Fic: Game On: Jack in the Main Hub
Title: Game On
Chapter: Jack in the Main Hub
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Jack. Jack/Ianto
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 924ish
Summary: Jack accepts Ianto's challenge.
Notes: Written for day seven of mmom using lover100 prompt 005: Writer's Choice - Ride. Previously: Ianto in the Archives
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russel T Davies, BBC, and affiliates. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
Jack sat on the couch and looked around the empty Hub with a grin. His fingers made short work of his fly then he lifted his hips and tugged his trousers down over his backside. He was sans underwear and his already hard-as-stone cock sprang free, the chilly air that hit his hot skin doing nothing to cool his ardor. Jack fumbled in his pocket and pulled out Ianto's stopwatch, clicking the button on the top then placing it carefully on the seat beside him.
His fingers closed around his shaft and he gave himself an experimental tug, relishing the friction of the thin foreskin sliding over his swollen flesh. He stroked himself again then delved into his trouser pocket once more, finding a small tube of lubricant. While one hand slid down between his legs to caress his balls, the other expertly applied the lubricant to his palm.
'Right,' he muttered, sliding a little lower on the couch and spreading his legs. 'Time to show Ianto how it's done.'
His slick palm slid smoothly over his shaft and Jack groaned softly. Perhaps he should have left his rebuttal until he wasn't so completely turned on by Ianto's challenge. He smirked as his hand moved in slow, measured strokes: up and down with a little twist of his wrist at the top. Ianto's suits and straight-laced manner had concealed a quirky and deliciously devious (not to mention downright fucking dirty at times) mind, and Jack couldn't be more thrilled (or intrigued) by Ianto's hidden depths. He was innocent enough to be beautifully pliant and malleable under Jack's guidance, Jack's hands, while at the same time, strong enough to stand up to Jack, confident enough to introduce his own games. Jack was not going to get bored of Ianto Jones any time soon.
God, I'm so glad I hired him.
Jack licked his lips and canted his hips slightly, his cock forcing its way through the tight ring of his fingers. Pre-come beaded at the tip and Jack thumbed at the slit, pressing his nail into it then arching up with a hiss as the sharp sting sent an electric shock spearing right through his body.
His hand's pace increased, the slapslapslap of skin loud in the quiet Hub. Jack, breathing heavily now, glanced towards the monitors on Tosh's desk. He'd opened the CCTV feed to the cells and the Tourist Office where Owen and Ianto, respectively, were currently occupied. He figured he had about five more minutes before Owen finished whatever the hell he was doing to Janet; at the rate the pressure inside him was building, though, he'd only need another one.
His gaze fell on the ticking stopwatch and he grunted in relief. He was about to pass Ianto's time and a good thing it was because he could feel his balls tightening, and his hips were rocking frantically, fucking his fist as he imagined Ianto straddling him, taking him inside his tight, tight arse as he rode him hard and fast and...
'Christ!'
With one more pump of his hips, rolling waves of sensation slammed into Jack. His head tipped back against the headrest as his back arched, the tendons in his neck bulging and straining as he gave himself over to his release. Thick come squeezed between his fingers and over his shaft, making his last few strokes wet and slippery as he smeared it into his skin. He rubbed his thumb over the flushed crown, overstimulated nerve-endings screaming at the contact. Jack winced at the tiny sparks of near-pain, but chuckled happily as he sank into the drowsy aftermath, his repleted body relaxing against the ratty cushions of the couch.
His clean hand closed around the stopwatch, quickly depressing the button and checking his time. He grinned then, after a quick look at the CCTV feed to ensure Owen and Ianto weren't headed back, he closed his eyes and basked in the glow of his victory.
*
Ianto resisted the urge to poke his tongue out at Owen and headed for the coffee machine, wondering if he still had those chocolate laxatives lying around to add a little extra boost to Owen's drink order. He stopped abruptly when he saw his stopwatch sitting on top of the machine. He cast a quick glance towards Jack's office and saw the other man talking on the phone, gesticulating expansively. Ianto looked back at the stopwatch and slowly reached out to take it. He made certain Owen was nowhere in sight before he opened the cover and unfolded the scrap of paper inside.
I,
Re: Your filthy, brilliant mind.
It is with great enthusiasm and a renewed appreciation for your perversity that I accept your challenge.
Main Hub. Timestamp 0905 today. Six minutes, twelve seconds. You are going down, Jones (hm, something to keep in mind for when I claim my prize).
J.
P.S. Stay at the Hub tonight? I've been thinking about you riding me all day and I'd very much like to make that a reality.
Ianto's lips curled into a smile as he pocketed the note and the watch. He looked back at Jack's office and caught Jack watching him as he talked. Jack raised an eyebrow in query and, cock twitching at the thought of what was to come, Ianto nodded. Jack flashed him a wide grin then made a 'coffee please?' gesture. Ianto nodded again and set about fixing a pot of coffee.
Six minutes, twelve seconds. Not a problem, Captain.
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Chapter: Jack in the Main Hub
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Jack. Jack/Ianto
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 924ish
Summary: Jack accepts Ianto's challenge.
Notes: Written for day seven of mmom using lover100 prompt 005: Writer's Choice - Ride. Previously: Ianto in the Archives
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russel T Davies, BBC, and affiliates. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
Jack sat on the couch and looked around the empty Hub with a grin. His fingers made short work of his fly then he lifted his hips and tugged his trousers down over his backside. He was sans underwear and his already hard-as-stone cock sprang free, the chilly air that hit his hot skin doing nothing to cool his ardor. Jack fumbled in his pocket and pulled out Ianto's stopwatch, clicking the button on the top then placing it carefully on the seat beside him.
His fingers closed around his shaft and he gave himself an experimental tug, relishing the friction of the thin foreskin sliding over his swollen flesh. He stroked himself again then delved into his trouser pocket once more, finding a small tube of lubricant. While one hand slid down between his legs to caress his balls, the other expertly applied the lubricant to his palm.
'Right,' he muttered, sliding a little lower on the couch and spreading his legs. 'Time to show Ianto how it's done.'
His slick palm slid smoothly over his shaft and Jack groaned softly. Perhaps he should have left his rebuttal until he wasn't so completely turned on by Ianto's challenge. He smirked as his hand moved in slow, measured strokes: up and down with a little twist of his wrist at the top. Ianto's suits and straight-laced manner had concealed a quirky and deliciously devious (not to mention downright fucking dirty at times) mind, and Jack couldn't be more thrilled (or intrigued) by Ianto's hidden depths. He was innocent enough to be beautifully pliant and malleable under Jack's guidance, Jack's hands, while at the same time, strong enough to stand up to Jack, confident enough to introduce his own games. Jack was not going to get bored of Ianto Jones any time soon.
God, I'm so glad I hired him.
Jack licked his lips and canted his hips slightly, his cock forcing its way through the tight ring of his fingers. Pre-come beaded at the tip and Jack thumbed at the slit, pressing his nail into it then arching up with a hiss as the sharp sting sent an electric shock spearing right through his body.
His hand's pace increased, the slapslapslap of skin loud in the quiet Hub. Jack, breathing heavily now, glanced towards the monitors on Tosh's desk. He'd opened the CCTV feed to the cells and the Tourist Office where Owen and Ianto, respectively, were currently occupied. He figured he had about five more minutes before Owen finished whatever the hell he was doing to Janet; at the rate the pressure inside him was building, though, he'd only need another one.
His gaze fell on the ticking stopwatch and he grunted in relief. He was about to pass Ianto's time and a good thing it was because he could feel his balls tightening, and his hips were rocking frantically, fucking his fist as he imagined Ianto straddling him, taking him inside his tight, tight arse as he rode him hard and fast and...
'Christ!'
With one more pump of his hips, rolling waves of sensation slammed into Jack. His head tipped back against the headrest as his back arched, the tendons in his neck bulging and straining as he gave himself over to his release. Thick come squeezed between his fingers and over his shaft, making his last few strokes wet and slippery as he smeared it into his skin. He rubbed his thumb over the flushed crown, overstimulated nerve-endings screaming at the contact. Jack winced at the tiny sparks of near-pain, but chuckled happily as he sank into the drowsy aftermath, his repleted body relaxing against the ratty cushions of the couch.
His clean hand closed around the stopwatch, quickly depressing the button and checking his time. He grinned then, after a quick look at the CCTV feed to ensure Owen and Ianto weren't headed back, he closed his eyes and basked in the glow of his victory.
*
Ianto resisted the urge to poke his tongue out at Owen and headed for the coffee machine, wondering if he still had those chocolate laxatives lying around to add a little extra boost to Owen's drink order. He stopped abruptly when he saw his stopwatch sitting on top of the machine. He cast a quick glance towards Jack's office and saw the other man talking on the phone, gesticulating expansively. Ianto looked back at the stopwatch and slowly reached out to take it. He made certain Owen was nowhere in sight before he opened the cover and unfolded the scrap of paper inside.
I,
Re: Your filthy, brilliant mind.
It is with great enthusiasm and a renewed appreciation for your perversity that I accept your challenge.
Main Hub. Timestamp 0905 today. Six minutes, twelve seconds. You are going down, Jones (hm, something to keep in mind for when I claim my prize).
J.
P.S. Stay at the Hub tonight? I've been thinking about you riding me all day and I'd very much like to make that a reality.
Ianto's lips curled into a smile as he pocketed the note and the watch. He looked back at Jack's office and caught Jack watching him as he talked. Jack raised an eyebrow in query and, cock twitching at the thought of what was to come, Ianto nodded. Jack flashed him a wide grin then made a 'coffee please?' gesture. Ianto nodded again and set about fixing a pot of coffee.
Six minutes, twelve seconds. Not a problem, Captain.
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