Fic: Adrift In Time Epilogue (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Adrift In Time
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: All up to Season 2 Ep 11 Adrift
Summary: What happens if Ianto is taken by the rift, and Jack can't give up the hunt for him?
Word Count: 15952
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. This is a victory fic for my darling baby kajmere because her goddamn Flames beat my beloved Stars in a shootout last week and as her reward for our bet... she got a fic of her choice. This fic, I believe meets the prompt she left with specific requirements, which I'm not going to list. I've added a few of my own for good measure, because I LOVE YOU. I hope you enjoy baby!
Prologue ~*~ Chapter 1 ~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~ Chapter 4 ~*~ Chapter 5
Epilogue
“Don't forget, group assignments are due on your way out guys!” Jack called out as his students were exiting his classroom on the Friday afternoon. It was nearing the end of the semester. Only two more weeks before the final exam. Jack smiled as he sat on the desk at the front of the room and watched the pile of papers get higher as the group assignments were handed in.
Finally only one student remained.
“Mr Jones, still here I see,” Jack said, peering over the top of his glasses briefly.
Ianto blushed as he looked around the empty classroom. Jack pushed off the desk and picked up the assignments, collating them into a pile and put them into a bag.
“Ah, yes sir.”
“What can I do for you, Mr Jones?” Jack asked, smiling to himself as he picked up coat and slid it on and then grabbed his bag.
“Well... you see. I um. I didn't hand in the group assignment.”
Jack looked at him, the smile sliding off his face. “I see." Ianto looked at his feet. “Is there an excuse?” Ianto shook his head. “Right. Well. I think we need to discuss your punishment. In my office. Follow me.”
Ianto grabbed his bag and followed Jack out of the small auditorium and down the hall to his student hours office. Jack unlocked the door and ushered Ianto inside, shutting and locking the door behind them.
“Now,” Jack said, moving into his office and placing his bag on the floor by his desk. He shrugged off his coat and hung it up on the coat rack. “Why didn't you hand in the assignment?”
Ianto shrugged. “I've been busy.”
“Busy?”
Ianto nodded. “Commandeer Keen has been riding my arse pretty hard lately.”
Jack's eyes flashed. “Really.” Jack moved around his desk to stand behind Ianto.
“Not handing in my assignment is naughty,” Ianto said with an exaggerated pout as he looked over his shoulder. “I'm a naughty boy.”
Jack cracked up. “Okay, look, if you're not going to take this seriously, I can't-.”
Ianto turned to face Jack, leaning back on his desk. “But I am a naughty boy, sir. I really didn't hand in the assignment. I deserve a spanking.”
Jack straightened his back. “I see.” His heart started racing. Ianto wanted a spanking? He'd get one. “Turn around, undo your pants and hands on the desk.”
Ianto did as he was told. Jack moved back to his desk, and found what he was looking for. It was a relic from planet Earth.
A wooden ruler.
Jack walked back around to stand behind Ianto and pulled his pants down to rest just under his creamy white buttocks.
"Count out loud," Jack ordered, as he stood to the side. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could do this. Ianto asked him for it. He opened them again. The Master was no where in sight, just his delightful lover, patiently waiting. Jack drew his arm back and let it fly.
Thwack!
"One!" Ianto groaned through gritted teeth, his body stiffening at the contact.
Thwack!
"Two." His teeth clenched, and his fingers curled. Pink marks started to show on his white skin.
Thwack!
"Three."
Thwack!
"Four."
Thwack!
"Five!" He threw his head back and Jack moved in to stand behind him. He ran his hand over the abused flesh, hot to the touch. Ianto hissed and shuddered. "Jack," he moaned softly, as Jack's hand caressed his skin. "Jack, please..."
"What, Ianto?" Jack asked, leaning over him. "What do you need?"
"You... Just you..."
"But you haven't been properly punished," Jack protested.
Thwack!
"Jack," Ianto moaned.
"You're not counting," Jack reminded him.
"S-six," he stuttered out, canting his hips.
Jack didn't think he would get hard from hurting Ianto, but the way he was moving, the sounds he was making was Jack's undoing. Desire stirred and curled in his belly, and Jack closed his eyes.
Thwack!
"S-seven," Ianto groaned, moving his hands to grip the edge of the desk. "J-Jack..."
Thwack!
"Ei-eight..."
Thwack!
"N-nine!"
Thwack!
"TEN!" Ianto called out, grinding his obviously hard cock against the flat surface of Jack's desk.
Jack threw the ruler on the desk and undid his pants. "Stop grinding or I won't fuck you!" he demanded.
Ianto's hips stuttered to a trembling halt. "Please Jack," he whimpered.
"Shhh," Jack soothed, pushing his pants down, his cock springing free. Then he stopped. "Fuck." Jack laid his head down on Ianto's back. "No lube."
"S'ok," Ianto whimpered, canting his hips. "Just touch me Jack," Ianto begged. "Fill me."
Jack refused. "I won't hurt you!"
"You won't. Trust me," Ianto smiled, and Jack moved back to tentatively touch between Ianto's red burning cheeks, eliciting a hissed moan. He slid two fingers inside. Ianto's passage was slick and wet and stretched. "I did it before class. Knew I'd be in trouble."
"Ianto..." Jack groaned. He withdrew his fingers and grabbed his cock, lining up to hold the head at Ianto's entrance.
"Jack, please..." Ianto pushed back and Jack thrust in, the pair of them calling out in unison.
"Shhh," Jack pushed at Ianto's shirt, moving it out of the way to get at his skin. Jack pressed kisses up Ianto's spine as his lover thrust back against him, groaning as his stinging skin came in contact with Jack.
"Fuck! Jack, fuck, I can't..." Ianto was shaking. Jack wrapped his arms around him and thrust hard and fast. Jack's hand sought Ianto's cock, his fingers encasing and caressing the hardness and spreading the leaking precum for slickness. "Jack...Jack I'm going to-" Ianto came all over Jack's desk, shuddering and shaking in his arms. His orgasm was so intense that it brought on Jack's, the tightness he squeezed Jack's cock as he thrust was too much. Jack quaked behind him, shuddering his way through his own orgasm as it ripped through him.
“Oh my god,” Jack grunted, landing on Ianto's back. “I'm getting too old for this.”
Ianto chuckled and asked, “Are you going to grade my performance?”
“A plus,” Jack muttered, pressing a kiss to Ianto's back. Slowly, he pushed himself off Ianto's back and pulled out, reaching for some tissues from the box on his desk - another relic from Earth that his students found amusing, but Jack kept for moments like this - and set about cleaning both himself and Ianto off before tucking himself back into his pants. “So, who turned in your group assignment?”
“Luka,” Ianto answered, reaching for some tissues himself to clean up the mess in front of him before tucking himself into his own pants.
Jack chuckled. “I knew you wouldn't not do the assignment.”
Ianto grinned. “Yes, but you didn't think I'd go through with fucking you in your office did you?”
Jack threw the tissues in the bin. “I'll give you that.”
Ianto sighed as he sat on the edge of Jack's desk after straightening his clothes. “It kind of reminds me of the old days... back when we were on Earth,” he said softly.
Jack reached out and cupped his lover's cheek. “We could go back?” Ianto looked up at him. “Find the Doctor... ask him to take us back in time to just after I left to find you?”
“Would he do that?” Ianto asked incredulously.
Jack sighed. “I-I don't know.” He pressed a kiss to Ianto's lips. “But I'll ask if that's what you want. I'll do anything you want, Ianto. Go anywhere you want.” Jack rested his head against Ianto's.
“Why, Jack? Why me?” Ianto asked, not for the first time.
Jack smiled. “Because I searched the width and breadth of the galaxy, Ianto Jones, and no one comes close to you. Not in 200 years does any one come remotely close.”
Ianto grinned. “I love you, too, Jack Harkness.” He kissed Jack. “It can't hurt to ask, can it?”
Jack laughed and shook his head. “No. No it can't.”
And Jack reached for his coat and the cell phone it contained - for it held only one number inside. The Doctor's.
Masterlist
Next story in the Time Verse: Calling The Timelord
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: All up to Season 2 Ep 11 Adrift
Summary: What happens if Ianto is taken by the rift, and Jack can't give up the hunt for him?
Word Count: 15952
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me. This is a victory fic for my darling baby kajmere because her goddamn Flames beat my beloved Stars in a shootout last week and as her reward for our bet... she got a fic of her choice. This fic, I believe meets the prompt she left with specific requirements, which I'm not going to list. I've added a few of my own for good measure, because I LOVE YOU. I hope you enjoy baby!
Prologue ~*~ Chapter 1 ~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~ Chapter 4 ~*~ Chapter 5
Epilogue
“Don't forget, group assignments are due on your way out guys!” Jack called out as his students were exiting his classroom on the Friday afternoon. It was nearing the end of the semester. Only two more weeks before the final exam. Jack smiled as he sat on the desk at the front of the room and watched the pile of papers get higher as the group assignments were handed in.
Finally only one student remained.
“Mr Jones, still here I see,” Jack said, peering over the top of his glasses briefly.
Ianto blushed as he looked around the empty classroom. Jack pushed off the desk and picked up the assignments, collating them into a pile and put them into a bag.
“Ah, yes sir.”
“What can I do for you, Mr Jones?” Jack asked, smiling to himself as he picked up coat and slid it on and then grabbed his bag.
“Well... you see. I um. I didn't hand in the group assignment.”
Jack looked at him, the smile sliding off his face. “I see." Ianto looked at his feet. “Is there an excuse?” Ianto shook his head. “Right. Well. I think we need to discuss your punishment. In my office. Follow me.”
Ianto grabbed his bag and followed Jack out of the small auditorium and down the hall to his student hours office. Jack unlocked the door and ushered Ianto inside, shutting and locking the door behind them.
“Now,” Jack said, moving into his office and placing his bag on the floor by his desk. He shrugged off his coat and hung it up on the coat rack. “Why didn't you hand in the assignment?”
Ianto shrugged. “I've been busy.”
“Busy?”
Ianto nodded. “Commandeer Keen has been riding my arse pretty hard lately.”
Jack's eyes flashed. “Really.” Jack moved around his desk to stand behind Ianto.
“Not handing in my assignment is naughty,” Ianto said with an exaggerated pout as he looked over his shoulder. “I'm a naughty boy.”
Jack cracked up. “Okay, look, if you're not going to take this seriously, I can't-.”
Ianto turned to face Jack, leaning back on his desk. “But I am a naughty boy, sir. I really didn't hand in the assignment. I deserve a spanking.”
Jack straightened his back. “I see.” His heart started racing. Ianto wanted a spanking? He'd get one. “Turn around, undo your pants and hands on the desk.”
Ianto did as he was told. Jack moved back to his desk, and found what he was looking for. It was a relic from planet Earth.
A wooden ruler.
Jack walked back around to stand behind Ianto and pulled his pants down to rest just under his creamy white buttocks.
"Count out loud," Jack ordered, as he stood to the side. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could do this. Ianto asked him for it. He opened them again. The Master was no where in sight, just his delightful lover, patiently waiting. Jack drew his arm back and let it fly.
Thwack!
"One!" Ianto groaned through gritted teeth, his body stiffening at the contact.
Thwack!
"Two." His teeth clenched, and his fingers curled. Pink marks started to show on his white skin.
Thwack!
"Three."
Thwack!
"Four."
Thwack!
"Five!" He threw his head back and Jack moved in to stand behind him. He ran his hand over the abused flesh, hot to the touch. Ianto hissed and shuddered. "Jack," he moaned softly, as Jack's hand caressed his skin. "Jack, please..."
"What, Ianto?" Jack asked, leaning over him. "What do you need?"
"You... Just you..."
"But you haven't been properly punished," Jack protested.
Thwack!
"Jack," Ianto moaned.
"You're not counting," Jack reminded him.
"S-six," he stuttered out, canting his hips.
Jack didn't think he would get hard from hurting Ianto, but the way he was moving, the sounds he was making was Jack's undoing. Desire stirred and curled in his belly, and Jack closed his eyes.
Thwack!
"S-seven," Ianto groaned, moving his hands to grip the edge of the desk. "J-Jack..."
Thwack!
"Ei-eight..."
Thwack!
"N-nine!"
Thwack!
"TEN!" Ianto called out, grinding his obviously hard cock against the flat surface of Jack's desk.
Jack threw the ruler on the desk and undid his pants. "Stop grinding or I won't fuck you!" he demanded.
Ianto's hips stuttered to a trembling halt. "Please Jack," he whimpered.
"Shhh," Jack soothed, pushing his pants down, his cock springing free. Then he stopped. "Fuck." Jack laid his head down on Ianto's back. "No lube."
"S'ok," Ianto whimpered, canting his hips. "Just touch me Jack," Ianto begged. "Fill me."
Jack refused. "I won't hurt you!"
"You won't. Trust me," Ianto smiled, and Jack moved back to tentatively touch between Ianto's red burning cheeks, eliciting a hissed moan. He slid two fingers inside. Ianto's passage was slick and wet and stretched. "I did it before class. Knew I'd be in trouble."
"Ianto..." Jack groaned. He withdrew his fingers and grabbed his cock, lining up to hold the head at Ianto's entrance.
"Jack, please..." Ianto pushed back and Jack thrust in, the pair of them calling out in unison.
"Shhh," Jack pushed at Ianto's shirt, moving it out of the way to get at his skin. Jack pressed kisses up Ianto's spine as his lover thrust back against him, groaning as his stinging skin came in contact with Jack.
"Fuck! Jack, fuck, I can't..." Ianto was shaking. Jack wrapped his arms around him and thrust hard and fast. Jack's hand sought Ianto's cock, his fingers encasing and caressing the hardness and spreading the leaking precum for slickness. "Jack...Jack I'm going to-" Ianto came all over Jack's desk, shuddering and shaking in his arms. His orgasm was so intense that it brought on Jack's, the tightness he squeezed Jack's cock as he thrust was too much. Jack quaked behind him, shuddering his way through his own orgasm as it ripped through him.
“Oh my god,” Jack grunted, landing on Ianto's back. “I'm getting too old for this.”
Ianto chuckled and asked, “Are you going to grade my performance?”
“A plus,” Jack muttered, pressing a kiss to Ianto's back. Slowly, he pushed himself off Ianto's back and pulled out, reaching for some tissues from the box on his desk - another relic from Earth that his students found amusing, but Jack kept for moments like this - and set about cleaning both himself and Ianto off before tucking himself back into his pants. “So, who turned in your group assignment?”
“Luka,” Ianto answered, reaching for some tissues himself to clean up the mess in front of him before tucking himself into his own pants.
Jack chuckled. “I knew you wouldn't not do the assignment.”
Ianto grinned. “Yes, but you didn't think I'd go through with fucking you in your office did you?”
Jack threw the tissues in the bin. “I'll give you that.”
Ianto sighed as he sat on the edge of Jack's desk after straightening his clothes. “It kind of reminds me of the old days... back when we were on Earth,” he said softly.
Jack reached out and cupped his lover's cheek. “We could go back?” Ianto looked up at him. “Find the Doctor... ask him to take us back in time to just after I left to find you?”
“Would he do that?” Ianto asked incredulously.
Jack sighed. “I-I don't know.” He pressed a kiss to Ianto's lips. “But I'll ask if that's what you want. I'll do anything you want, Ianto. Go anywhere you want.” Jack rested his head against Ianto's.
“Why, Jack? Why me?” Ianto asked, not for the first time.
Jack smiled. “Because I searched the width and breadth of the galaxy, Ianto Jones, and no one comes close to you. Not in 200 years does any one come remotely close.”
Ianto grinned. “I love you, too, Jack Harkness.” He kissed Jack. “It can't hurt to ask, can it?”
Jack laughed and shook his head. “No. No it can't.”
And Jack reached for his coat and the cell phone it contained - for it held only one number inside. The Doctor's.
Masterlist
Next story in the Time Verse: Calling The Timelord