Fic: Doodlebug (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17)
Title: Doodlebug
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: none
Warning: I guess it could be seen as slightly cracky? Maybe?
Summary: Jack wants to use a nickname on Ianto that he hates... so he bets Ianto he can get him off just by fingering him. And the prize if he can? He can use the nickname - with conditions, of course!
Word Count: 2466
Prompt: Jack is convinced he can get Ianto off with only fingering. Ianto is skeptical. Jack succeeds. Bonus Points if set in the Tourist Office.
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. And I'm going to kill her because she sent this to me when I was in the middle of the food court at the largest shopping mall in Brisbane. Thanks for that. Really. LOL.
Ianto was in the Tourist Office casually leaning on the desk, flipping through a magazine when he heard the wall panel that revealed the entrance to the secret base of Torchwood Three slide open.
“Working hard there I see, Doodlebug,” Jack said as he came up behind him.
Ianto didn't change position, merely flipped the page nonchalantly. “I've told you before, call me that, and I'll put you on decaf for a month.”
Jack grinned. “Yeah, you threaten a lot but you never do it,” he said as he pressed himself against Ianto and pressed his lips against Ianto's ear. “Doodlebug.”
Ianto shivered, more because of the proximity to Jack and the warmth of his breath on his skin than the effect the word had on him - he hated it when Jack called him 'Doodlebug', which was precisely why he called him the dratted nickname in the first place. Ianto looked back over his shoulder.
“Jack. I'm warning you. Don't.”
Jack pulled back. “I bet there's a way I can convince you to let me call you 'Doodlebug'.”
Ianto sighed and closed the magazine, then turned to face his lover. “It would have to be damn good.”
Jack smirked. “I can make you orgasm just by fingering you.”
Ianto snickered. “No, you can't.”
“Bet I can.” Jack grinned. “And if I can, I get to call you 'Doodlebug'. Without complaint. Deal?”
“If you can make this happen, which I seriously doubt you can, then you may only call me that in private. I'm not having Owen teasing me about this ridiculous nickname you've taken a liking to! And eyerolling is allowed. I won't be able to stop myself, you have to know that.” Ianto crossed his arms over his chest. “Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Jack chuckled, and stepped closer again to pull Ianto's hands away from his chest, and pulled him against his own. He press a kiss to the skin below Ianto's ear. “Doodlebug.”
“Jack,” Ianto warned again, unable to stop the shudder that ran down his spine. Jack's chest rumbled with the chuckle he was unable to contain.
Jack pressed kisses across Ianto's cheek until his lips found his lover's, sucking the bottom one into his mouth. Ianto sighed, his fingers digging into the material of Jack's dress shirt for purchase as he fought for some sense of something to hold onto. Jack took advantage of Ianto's mouth opening and swept his tongue inside, coaxing Ianto's into his mouth and sucking on it. Jack pressed him closer, enjoying the way Ianto melted against him and feeling his lover's cock swell against his own through their pants.
Ianto tore his mouth away, panting. “The door. People. Might come in.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Embarrassed people might see you like this?” Jack asked, his tongue swiping over swollen lips and tasting Ianto there. Ianto's eyes darkened with want as they tracked the action.
“Um.” He cleared his throat. “It wouldn't. Um. It wouldn't be professional.”
Jack grinned. “Okay. Tell you what. You stand behind the counter and flip through that magazine. I'll just kneel back here, pull your pants down and finger your ass until you come. Sound good?” Ianto's eyes widened and he choked on air. “Ianto? Still with me?”
“What. Um. What about you, sir?”
Jack grinned. “Oh, don't you worry about me, Doodlebug,” he chuckled. Ianto glared. “We'll look after me as soon as you're taken care of.”
He kissed Ianto again, pushing him back against the counter as his tongue explored Ianto's mouth once more. When he wanted to get Ianto to do something new, Jack always found it best to kiss him into it. Ianto tended to get drunk on Jack's kisses. Jack didn't exploit this knowledge, and he only ever used it for Ianto's benefit. Jack moved his hands down to Ianto's buttocks, and squeezed the muscles, pulling Ianto harder against him and rubbing his own hardness against Ianto's. Ianto groaned into the kiss, his tongue flicking against the roof of Jack's mouth. Jack licked under Ianto's tongue. He felt his lover shudder in his arms.
Jack moved one hand around to reach for Ianto's belt, fumbling to pull it out. Ianto growled and pulled back.
“Oh for the love of,” he muttered, and slapped Jack's hand out of the way. “Let me.” Jack chuckled as Ianto quickly unfastened his belt and pants. Ianto went to shove them down just Jack stopped him. “Wha-”
“No. Just fingering, remember?” Jack asked, before kissing Ianto one more time. Ianto groaned into Jack's mouth. Jack stepped back and turned Ianto around, smiling as his lover protested. “Hands on the counter.” Jack waited until Ianto was doing what he ordered before he knelt down behind him, pulling his pants down with him, leaving them around Ianto's ankles. “Spread 'em and push back.”
He knew Ianto was rolling his eyes. “You're so romantic, Jack,” Ianto muttered.
Jack pulled a tube of lube out of his pocket and slicked up his fingers. “You want romance, Ianto?” he asked as he pushed up Ianto's shirt with one hand, and traced the length of Ianto's crack with wet fingers. He pressed a kiss to Ianto's buttock. Ianto whimpered. “Hmm?”
Ianto cleared his throat. “Um. Well.” Jack nipped the flesh in front of him and soothed it over with his tongue. His finger rubbed over the soft, sensitive skin behind Ianto's balls, eliciting another delicious whimper. “Jack.” The finger moved back up to find Ianto's rim and slowly tease around the edge. “Fuck.”
“Well?” Jack asked against Ianto's skin.
Ianto pushed back against Jack's teasing digit. “That depends, Jack.”
“On?”
His breath hitched as Jack's finger dipped inside. “I'm not a woman, Jack.”
Jack smirked. “Oh trust me, Ianto. I'm well aware just how much you are not a woman.” He slid his finger carefully inside. “You okay?” he asked when Ianto tensed up. He soothed his lover by running his other hand up and down his thigh, over the back of his hamstring and up the sensitive inside skin. Ianto shivered and shuddered. Jack wiggled his finger, and Ianto moaned quietly, canting his hips. “You don't have to be a woman to enjoy a little romance,” Jack said softly.
“It's not what we do, is it?” Ianto asked, as Jack slowly removed his finger until the tip caught on the rim and pushed on it to stretch the muscle. “I cannot believe we're having this conversation right now.”
“I can't believe you can think coherently right now. I must not be doing this right.” Jack pushed his finger back inside and started up a rhythm.
“I have higher cognitive functioning. I just don't like to sprout about it, unlike some people.” Ianto punctuated his sentence with a moan.
Jack added a second finger. That was when the door to the Tourist Office dinged as the door opened. Ianto stood up a little straighter, which actually caused Jack's fingers to hit his prostate. His eyes closed as he shuddered and tried to straighten his clothes. Jack ducked down to make sure he wasn't visible from behind the counter at all.
“Hello. We're closing, sorry,” Ianto said as politely as possible.
“Oh, sorry, young man, we're a little lost,” an elderly lady said, disappointed as she brandished a map. “You wouldn't be able to help us would you dear?”
Ianto was torn but waved her over. “Alright then. Bring in over.”
She smiled brightly as she and her companion made their way slowly over. “Come on Ethel, he'll help us,” she said loudly to her even older companion. She spread the map over the counter. Ianto leaned on the counter, to look at the map, which gave Jack better access to his arse. Eyes gleaming, Jack pushed his fingers inside fully. He knew the effect it had when Ianto tensed up again. Jack tried hard not to laugh as the elderly lady told Ianto where they wanted to go.
Jack chose that moment to rub over his prostate.
“Right!” he exclaimed loudly, then cleared his throat. “Um. Well, you're not that far off. You just need to go down here, and then down this street and turn left.” He pointed it out on the map with one finger. His other hand, however, gripped the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles were white. Jack had started to twist and scissor his fingers, alternating his actions between that and rubbing on Ianto's prostate to try and drive him insane.
“Oh! Oh, we were so close! Oh thank you, young man!” she said and then turned to her companion. “Come on Ethel! Janice will be wondering where we've gotten to!”
Ianto smiled tightly. “No trouble. Good evening ladies.” He waved as they made their way out. When the door shut, he leaned forward on the counter and groaned, “Fuck, Jack! Fuck! Fucking, fuck, fuck!”
Jack added a third. “That's it Ianto,” he encouraged as Ianto pushed himself back up and thrust back against Jack's fingers. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. You should see yourself, Ianto. I wish you could see it. You will later. I'll show you. Would you like that? Hmmm, would you like to see what you look like? With my fingers sliding in and out of you, making you lose control?” he asked as he rubbed over and over on that little gland inside.
“Jack,” Ianto whimpered, thrusting back against the digits inside him.
“Huh? You want that?”
“Yes! Yes, Jack, yes!” Ianto growled out, hissing as Jack used his thumb to tease his perineum. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. I'll show you how hot you are like this. Show you what you look like, begging for me.” Jack groaned. “God, how I want to sink inside you, fill you up. Don't get to do it often, Ianto. That's okay. I don't mind. I like it when you take charge, take control. Gotta say, I like it when I get to make you lose control too.”
“Fuck Jack,” Ianto moaned as Jack twisted his fingers inside. He went to wrap his fingers around his cock but Jack grabbed it and laced their fingers together. “So close! Please Jack,” he begged.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” Ianto whispered.
“Come for me, Ianto,” Jack ordered, rubbing on his prostate. “Come for me and I'll fuck you. God, please come so I can fuck you.”
Ianto moaned in relief as he shuddered and stiffened, his come painting the shelf under the counter. Jack fumbled with his pants and coated his cock with lube. He pulled his hand out of Ianto's arse and stumbled to his feet. Pants shoved down, he lined up and entered Ianto, causing both men to groan simultaneously.
“C'mon Jack. Fuck me,” Ianto ordered, wriggling and thrusting a little to indicate he wanted Jack to move.
Move, Jack did. He built up a rhythm quickly. Ianto pushed back and turned his head. Jack leaned around and kissed him, messy and gasping. His hand moved from his hip to seek out Ianto's cock, half hard again, and wrapped around it. Ianto shuddered and groaned at the touch, his nerves still sensitive from his orgasm. Jack panted behind Ianto.
“I... I can't... need to,” he breathed into Ianto's ear.
“Come for me Jack,” Ianto said, pulling Jack's hand away from his cock, and wrapping his arm around his waist. Jack thrust twice more before he came, burying his head in Ianto's shoulder as he held his lover to him through his body shaking. “You okay?”
Ianto felt Jack's chest rumble against his back. “I'm fantastic. Doodlebug.” He paused. “You're rolling your eyes, aren't you?”
“I warned you I would.”
Jack grinned. “True.” He pulled out carefully and they quickly made themselves more presentable, Ianto pulling out a back of wetwipes from under the counter and cleaning up the mess he'd made and offering them to Jack for his hands. “Thanks. I thought you weren't a boy scout?”
“Never hurts to be prepared for you to jump me at any moment,” Ianto smirked, straightening his clothing.
Jack grinned and pulled him closer. “Can't help it. You're just so jumpable, Doodlebug.” Ianto rolled his eyes. “I saw that.”
“You were meant to.” Ianto made his way around to the front door and flipped the sign over to closed and locked the door. “Coffee, sir?”
Jack rubbed his belly. “Yeah. I could go a pizza too. Think we should order in.”
Jack and Ianto made their way back down into the Hub and found Gwen and Tosh huddled around Tosh's computer.
“Oh my God, that's... that's... I never thought I would find two men going at it so hot but that's...” Gwen muttered as she batted her hand against her mouth, her cheeks flushed and her hair mussed up.
“Hot. It's fucking hot, Gwen,” Tosh agreed.
“Something interesting ladies?” Jack asked, as they walked up the stairs.
Tosh and Gwen fumbled to change what they were looking at. Tosh caused pens to go flying and Gwen spilled a cup of coffee on the ground.
“Fuck. Um. I'll just, uh, clean that up.” Gwen rushed off to get some cleaning supplies.
“I'll just... help her.” Tosh took off after her.
Jack looked at Ianto, who raised an eyebrow. “Think they were watching the CCTV?” Jack asked.
“Yep,” Ianto stepped over the mess on the floor, and stood at Tosh's computer. She'd left in such a hurry, she'd failed to secure it. He clicked a few keys and brought up what they were watching. He sighed. “Well. At least it's a good angle.”
Jack stepped up behind him and looked on the monitor. He watched themselves in the Tourist Office from only moments earlier. “Oh yeah. That's a keeper.”
“Jack. The crown does not provide CCTV footage for your own personal porn channel.” Ianto frowned over his shoulder at his lover.
“No, but it's a nice fringe benefit.” Jack leaned over and hit a few keys, then wiped it from the harddrive.
“What did you do?” Ianto asked.
“Saved it to my own private stash.” He smirked. “I'll show you later,” then breathed into Ianto's ear, “Doodlebug.”
Ianto shivered. He was certainly looking forward to later.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: none
Warning: I guess it could be seen as slightly cracky? Maybe?
Summary: Jack wants to use a nickname on Ianto that he hates... so he bets Ianto he can get him off just by fingering him. And the prize if he can? He can use the nickname - with conditions, of course!
Word Count: 2466
Prompt: Jack is convinced he can get Ianto off with only fingering. Ianto is skeptical. Jack succeeds. Bonus Points if set in the Tourist Office.
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. And I'm going to kill her because she sent this to me when I was in the middle of the food court at the largest shopping mall in Brisbane. Thanks for that. Really. LOL.
Ianto was in the Tourist Office casually leaning on the desk, flipping through a magazine when he heard the wall panel that revealed the entrance to the secret base of Torchwood Three slide open.
“Working hard there I see, Doodlebug,” Jack said as he came up behind him.
Ianto didn't change position, merely flipped the page nonchalantly. “I've told you before, call me that, and I'll put you on decaf for a month.”
Jack grinned. “Yeah, you threaten a lot but you never do it,” he said as he pressed himself against Ianto and pressed his lips against Ianto's ear. “Doodlebug.”
Ianto shivered, more because of the proximity to Jack and the warmth of his breath on his skin than the effect the word had on him - he hated it when Jack called him 'Doodlebug', which was precisely why he called him the dratted nickname in the first place. Ianto looked back over his shoulder.
“Jack. I'm warning you. Don't.”
Jack pulled back. “I bet there's a way I can convince you to let me call you 'Doodlebug'.”
Ianto sighed and closed the magazine, then turned to face his lover. “It would have to be damn good.”
Jack smirked. “I can make you orgasm just by fingering you.”
Ianto snickered. “No, you can't.”
“Bet I can.” Jack grinned. “And if I can, I get to call you 'Doodlebug'. Without complaint. Deal?”
“If you can make this happen, which I seriously doubt you can, then you may only call me that in private. I'm not having Owen teasing me about this ridiculous nickname you've taken a liking to! And eyerolling is allowed. I won't be able to stop myself, you have to know that.” Ianto crossed his arms over his chest. “Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Jack chuckled, and stepped closer again to pull Ianto's hands away from his chest, and pulled him against his own. He press a kiss to the skin below Ianto's ear. “Doodlebug.”
“Jack,” Ianto warned again, unable to stop the shudder that ran down his spine. Jack's chest rumbled with the chuckle he was unable to contain.
Jack pressed kisses across Ianto's cheek until his lips found his lover's, sucking the bottom one into his mouth. Ianto sighed, his fingers digging into the material of Jack's dress shirt for purchase as he fought for some sense of something to hold onto. Jack took advantage of Ianto's mouth opening and swept his tongue inside, coaxing Ianto's into his mouth and sucking on it. Jack pressed him closer, enjoying the way Ianto melted against him and feeling his lover's cock swell against his own through their pants.
Ianto tore his mouth away, panting. “The door. People. Might come in.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Embarrassed people might see you like this?” Jack asked, his tongue swiping over swollen lips and tasting Ianto there. Ianto's eyes darkened with want as they tracked the action.
“Um.” He cleared his throat. “It wouldn't. Um. It wouldn't be professional.”
Jack grinned. “Okay. Tell you what. You stand behind the counter and flip through that magazine. I'll just kneel back here, pull your pants down and finger your ass until you come. Sound good?” Ianto's eyes widened and he choked on air. “Ianto? Still with me?”
“What. Um. What about you, sir?”
Jack grinned. “Oh, don't you worry about me, Doodlebug,” he chuckled. Ianto glared. “We'll look after me as soon as you're taken care of.”
He kissed Ianto again, pushing him back against the counter as his tongue explored Ianto's mouth once more. When he wanted to get Ianto to do something new, Jack always found it best to kiss him into it. Ianto tended to get drunk on Jack's kisses. Jack didn't exploit this knowledge, and he only ever used it for Ianto's benefit. Jack moved his hands down to Ianto's buttocks, and squeezed the muscles, pulling Ianto harder against him and rubbing his own hardness against Ianto's. Ianto groaned into the kiss, his tongue flicking against the roof of Jack's mouth. Jack licked under Ianto's tongue. He felt his lover shudder in his arms.
Jack moved one hand around to reach for Ianto's belt, fumbling to pull it out. Ianto growled and pulled back.
“Oh for the love of,” he muttered, and slapped Jack's hand out of the way. “Let me.” Jack chuckled as Ianto quickly unfastened his belt and pants. Ianto went to shove them down just Jack stopped him. “Wha-”
“No. Just fingering, remember?” Jack asked, before kissing Ianto one more time. Ianto groaned into Jack's mouth. Jack stepped back and turned Ianto around, smiling as his lover protested. “Hands on the counter.” Jack waited until Ianto was doing what he ordered before he knelt down behind him, pulling his pants down with him, leaving them around Ianto's ankles. “Spread 'em and push back.”
He knew Ianto was rolling his eyes. “You're so romantic, Jack,” Ianto muttered.
Jack pulled a tube of lube out of his pocket and slicked up his fingers. “You want romance, Ianto?” he asked as he pushed up Ianto's shirt with one hand, and traced the length of Ianto's crack with wet fingers. He pressed a kiss to Ianto's buttock. Ianto whimpered. “Hmm?”
Ianto cleared his throat. “Um. Well.” Jack nipped the flesh in front of him and soothed it over with his tongue. His finger rubbed over the soft, sensitive skin behind Ianto's balls, eliciting another delicious whimper. “Jack.” The finger moved back up to find Ianto's rim and slowly tease around the edge. “Fuck.”
“Well?” Jack asked against Ianto's skin.
Ianto pushed back against Jack's teasing digit. “That depends, Jack.”
“On?”
His breath hitched as Jack's finger dipped inside. “I'm not a woman, Jack.”
Jack smirked. “Oh trust me, Ianto. I'm well aware just how much you are not a woman.” He slid his finger carefully inside. “You okay?” he asked when Ianto tensed up. He soothed his lover by running his other hand up and down his thigh, over the back of his hamstring and up the sensitive inside skin. Ianto shivered and shuddered. Jack wiggled his finger, and Ianto moaned quietly, canting his hips. “You don't have to be a woman to enjoy a little romance,” Jack said softly.
“It's not what we do, is it?” Ianto asked, as Jack slowly removed his finger until the tip caught on the rim and pushed on it to stretch the muscle. “I cannot believe we're having this conversation right now.”
“I can't believe you can think coherently right now. I must not be doing this right.” Jack pushed his finger back inside and started up a rhythm.
“I have higher cognitive functioning. I just don't like to sprout about it, unlike some people.” Ianto punctuated his sentence with a moan.
Jack added a second finger. That was when the door to the Tourist Office dinged as the door opened. Ianto stood up a little straighter, which actually caused Jack's fingers to hit his prostate. His eyes closed as he shuddered and tried to straighten his clothes. Jack ducked down to make sure he wasn't visible from behind the counter at all.
“Hello. We're closing, sorry,” Ianto said as politely as possible.
“Oh, sorry, young man, we're a little lost,” an elderly lady said, disappointed as she brandished a map. “You wouldn't be able to help us would you dear?”
Ianto was torn but waved her over. “Alright then. Bring in over.”
She smiled brightly as she and her companion made their way slowly over. “Come on Ethel, he'll help us,” she said loudly to her even older companion. She spread the map over the counter. Ianto leaned on the counter, to look at the map, which gave Jack better access to his arse. Eyes gleaming, Jack pushed his fingers inside fully. He knew the effect it had when Ianto tensed up again. Jack tried hard not to laugh as the elderly lady told Ianto where they wanted to go.
Jack chose that moment to rub over his prostate.
“Right!” he exclaimed loudly, then cleared his throat. “Um. Well, you're not that far off. You just need to go down here, and then down this street and turn left.” He pointed it out on the map with one finger. His other hand, however, gripped the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles were white. Jack had started to twist and scissor his fingers, alternating his actions between that and rubbing on Ianto's prostate to try and drive him insane.
“Oh! Oh, we were so close! Oh thank you, young man!” she said and then turned to her companion. “Come on Ethel! Janice will be wondering where we've gotten to!”
Ianto smiled tightly. “No trouble. Good evening ladies.” He waved as they made their way out. When the door shut, he leaned forward on the counter and groaned, “Fuck, Jack! Fuck! Fucking, fuck, fuck!”
Jack added a third. “That's it Ianto,” he encouraged as Ianto pushed himself back up and thrust back against Jack's fingers. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. You should see yourself, Ianto. I wish you could see it. You will later. I'll show you. Would you like that? Hmmm, would you like to see what you look like? With my fingers sliding in and out of you, making you lose control?” he asked as he rubbed over and over on that little gland inside.
“Jack,” Ianto whimpered, thrusting back against the digits inside him.
“Huh? You want that?”
“Yes! Yes, Jack, yes!” Ianto growled out, hissing as Jack used his thumb to tease his perineum. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. I'll show you how hot you are like this. Show you what you look like, begging for me.” Jack groaned. “God, how I want to sink inside you, fill you up. Don't get to do it often, Ianto. That's okay. I don't mind. I like it when you take charge, take control. Gotta say, I like it when I get to make you lose control too.”
“Fuck Jack,” Ianto moaned as Jack twisted his fingers inside. He went to wrap his fingers around his cock but Jack grabbed it and laced their fingers together. “So close! Please Jack,” he begged.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” Ianto whispered.
“Come for me, Ianto,” Jack ordered, rubbing on his prostate. “Come for me and I'll fuck you. God, please come so I can fuck you.”
Ianto moaned in relief as he shuddered and stiffened, his come painting the shelf under the counter. Jack fumbled with his pants and coated his cock with lube. He pulled his hand out of Ianto's arse and stumbled to his feet. Pants shoved down, he lined up and entered Ianto, causing both men to groan simultaneously.
“C'mon Jack. Fuck me,” Ianto ordered, wriggling and thrusting a little to indicate he wanted Jack to move.
Move, Jack did. He built up a rhythm quickly. Ianto pushed back and turned his head. Jack leaned around and kissed him, messy and gasping. His hand moved from his hip to seek out Ianto's cock, half hard again, and wrapped around it. Ianto shuddered and groaned at the touch, his nerves still sensitive from his orgasm. Jack panted behind Ianto.
“I... I can't... need to,” he breathed into Ianto's ear.
“Come for me Jack,” Ianto said, pulling Jack's hand away from his cock, and wrapping his arm around his waist. Jack thrust twice more before he came, burying his head in Ianto's shoulder as he held his lover to him through his body shaking. “You okay?”
Ianto felt Jack's chest rumble against his back. “I'm fantastic. Doodlebug.” He paused. “You're rolling your eyes, aren't you?”
“I warned you I would.”
Jack grinned. “True.” He pulled out carefully and they quickly made themselves more presentable, Ianto pulling out a back of wetwipes from under the counter and cleaning up the mess he'd made and offering them to Jack for his hands. “Thanks. I thought you weren't a boy scout?”
“Never hurts to be prepared for you to jump me at any moment,” Ianto smirked, straightening his clothing.
Jack grinned and pulled him closer. “Can't help it. You're just so jumpable, Doodlebug.” Ianto rolled his eyes. “I saw that.”
“You were meant to.” Ianto made his way around to the front door and flipped the sign over to closed and locked the door. “Coffee, sir?”
Jack rubbed his belly. “Yeah. I could go a pizza too. Think we should order in.”
Jack and Ianto made their way back down into the Hub and found Gwen and Tosh huddled around Tosh's computer.
“Oh my God, that's... that's... I never thought I would find two men going at it so hot but that's...” Gwen muttered as she batted her hand against her mouth, her cheeks flushed and her hair mussed up.
“Hot. It's fucking hot, Gwen,” Tosh agreed.
“Something interesting ladies?” Jack asked, as they walked up the stairs.
Tosh and Gwen fumbled to change what they were looking at. Tosh caused pens to go flying and Gwen spilled a cup of coffee on the ground.
“Fuck. Um. I'll just, uh, clean that up.” Gwen rushed off to get some cleaning supplies.
“I'll just... help her.” Tosh took off after her.
Jack looked at Ianto, who raised an eyebrow. “Think they were watching the CCTV?” Jack asked.
“Yep,” Ianto stepped over the mess on the floor, and stood at Tosh's computer. She'd left in such a hurry, she'd failed to secure it. He clicked a few keys and brought up what they were watching. He sighed. “Well. At least it's a good angle.”
Jack stepped up behind him and looked on the monitor. He watched themselves in the Tourist Office from only moments earlier. “Oh yeah. That's a keeper.”
“Jack. The crown does not provide CCTV footage for your own personal porn channel.” Ianto frowned over his shoulder at his lover.
“No, but it's a nice fringe benefit.” Jack leaned over and hit a few keys, then wiped it from the harddrive.
“What did you do?” Ianto asked.
“Saved it to my own private stash.” He smirked. “I'll show you later,” then breathed into Ianto's ear, “Doodlebug.”
Ianto shivered. He was certainly looking forward to later.