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invisible_lift) wrote2008-07-18 03:42 am
invisible_lift) wrote2008-07-18 03:42 am
It'll End in Tears #18: "Like a Halo In Reverse"
Title: "Like a Halo In Reverse"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Overall: Ianto/Andy, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Ianto/Andy, with occasional guest cameos.
Rating: Series ranges from relatively safe to hard NC-17. This installment is in the NC-17 range for language, smut, and kink (D/s).
Notes/Summary: Part #18 of the "It'll End In Tears" cluster, and #16 on the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
un_love_you prompt table. Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sanginmychains and resourceress for giving this the sweet, sweet beta-fu.
Language Note: Shibari (link NSFW) is a word sometimes used for Japanese rope bondage.
Ianto sits on the edge of Jack’s desk, smiling faintly. The others are long gone for the night, and he and Jack have the place to themselves for once. He toys with Jack’s bootlaces, in easy reach because of Jack’s habit of putting his feet up at every opportunity.
“Shibari?” Jack suggests, leaning even further back in his chair with his hands behind his head. “We could do him up under his clothes and take him out somewhere.”
With a tug the laces yield, and Ianto pulls each boot free. He places them on the floor next to the desk, heels against the wood, with the laces tucked in behind their leather tongues. Socks follow, rolled into neat cylinders and tucked inside. Ianto lowers Jack’s bare feet to the floor.
Jack licks his lips but doesn’t move. “We could do suspension again, but with his arms apart this time. I’ll bet he’s got fantastic core musculature.”
The desk creaks slightly as Ianto pushes off of it to stand in front of Jack, nearly straddling him. His fingers touch the cotton of Jack’s shirt lightly just above the collarbone before he lets them glide down to undo the buttons that stand out white in a field of navy blue. He tugs the shirt up and out of Jack’s waistband, ignoring his belt and braces, to undo the final button. Ianto lays the shirt wide, brushing his hands over the thin white tee Jack wears beneath.
“It’s funny. I know you say I’m not picky, but I like him. I liked sharing you with him in bed.” Jack closes his eyes. “I didn’t expect to enjoy that as much as I did.”
Ianto undoes Jack’s belt with care. He pulls it free of the loops and wraps it around his hand, almost like a knuckleduster, before letting it rest on a stack of now-forgotten paperwork. The buttons of Jack’s woolen trousers come next, one after another. Ianto doesn’t need to smooth away the fabric to make the bulge in Jack’s briefs part his fly, but he does it anyway. Jack lets out a little gasp.
“Hell,” Jack says, opening his eyes a little as Ianto reaches forwards to grasp Jack’s wrists. “I don’t think he expected to enjoy it. Do you think he enjoyed it? He seemed to.”
Jack’s grey braces cut pale channels in the fabric bunched at Jack’s shoulders. Ianto pulls Jack’s wrists toward him and presses Jack’s hands flat against the desk behind him, one on each side of his waist. He smiles at the way Jack’s breath hitches a little bit, and the way his nose nearly but doesn’t quite brush his belt buckle.
“Did you like it?” Jack asks. His voice is nearly a whisper, warm and trembling against the cloth of Ianto’s trousers.
Ianto strokes Jack’s hair before he tightens his fist and pulls. With his other hand, he makes short work of his own belt and fly. He shoves his waistbands down just enough to let his own half-erect cock pop free and brush against Jack’s bottom lip. There’s a moment of stillness as they exchange eye contact, and then he pulls Jack’s face onto his dick. He draws in and out slowly, watching with half-lidded eyes as Jack sucks him and gets him hard.
“I want to watch Andy lick his cum off my kitchen floor,” Ianto tells him. “I want to watch you fuck him while he sucks me off. I want to leave bruises on him in places no one else can see so that he remembers me all week and can’t wait to come back. But that’s later.”
He adjusts the angle of Jack’s face and pushes into his throat.
“Right now, Jack, all I want is one little thing. Right now I want to break you.”
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Prev (Pt #17) (Warnings: Absence of cake.)
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Next (Pt #19) (Warnings: Language, smut, and kink [D/s, sensation play, light bondage].)
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Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Overall: Ianto/Andy, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Ianto/Andy, with occasional guest cameos.
Rating: Series ranges from relatively safe to hard NC-17. This installment is in the NC-17 range for language, smut, and kink (D/s).
Notes/Summary: Part #18 of the "It'll End In Tears" cluster, and #16 on the
un_love_you prompt table. Thanks to sanginmychains and resourceress for giving this the sweet, sweet beta-fu.Language Note: Shibari (link NSFW) is a word sometimes used for Japanese rope bondage.
Ianto sits on the edge of Jack’s desk, smiling faintly. The others are long gone for the night, and he and Jack have the place to themselves for once. He toys with Jack’s bootlaces, in easy reach because of Jack’s habit of putting his feet up at every opportunity.
“Shibari?” Jack suggests, leaning even further back in his chair with his hands behind his head. “We could do him up under his clothes and take him out somewhere.”
With a tug the laces yield, and Ianto pulls each boot free. He places them on the floor next to the desk, heels against the wood, with the laces tucked in behind their leather tongues. Socks follow, rolled into neat cylinders and tucked inside. Ianto lowers Jack’s bare feet to the floor.
Jack licks his lips but doesn’t move. “We could do suspension again, but with his arms apart this time. I’ll bet he’s got fantastic core musculature.”
The desk creaks slightly as Ianto pushes off of it to stand in front of Jack, nearly straddling him. His fingers touch the cotton of Jack’s shirt lightly just above the collarbone before he lets them glide down to undo the buttons that stand out white in a field of navy blue. He tugs the shirt up and out of Jack’s waistband, ignoring his belt and braces, to undo the final button. Ianto lays the shirt wide, brushing his hands over the thin white tee Jack wears beneath.
“It’s funny. I know you say I’m not picky, but I like him. I liked sharing you with him in bed.” Jack closes his eyes. “I didn’t expect to enjoy that as much as I did.”
Ianto undoes Jack’s belt with care. He pulls it free of the loops and wraps it around his hand, almost like a knuckleduster, before letting it rest on a stack of now-forgotten paperwork. The buttons of Jack’s woolen trousers come next, one after another. Ianto doesn’t need to smooth away the fabric to make the bulge in Jack’s briefs part his fly, but he does it anyway. Jack lets out a little gasp.
“Hell,” Jack says, opening his eyes a little as Ianto reaches forwards to grasp Jack’s wrists. “I don’t think he expected to enjoy it. Do you think he enjoyed it? He seemed to.”
Jack’s grey braces cut pale channels in the fabric bunched at Jack’s shoulders. Ianto pulls Jack’s wrists toward him and presses Jack’s hands flat against the desk behind him, one on each side of his waist. He smiles at the way Jack’s breath hitches a little bit, and the way his nose nearly but doesn’t quite brush his belt buckle.
“Did you like it?” Jack asks. His voice is nearly a whisper, warm and trembling against the cloth of Ianto’s trousers.
Ianto strokes Jack’s hair before he tightens his fist and pulls. With his other hand, he makes short work of his own belt and fly. He shoves his waistbands down just enough to let his own half-erect cock pop free and brush against Jack’s bottom lip. There’s a moment of stillness as they exchange eye contact, and then he pulls Jack’s face onto his dick. He draws in and out slowly, watching with half-lidded eyes as Jack sucks him and gets him hard.
“I want to watch Andy lick his cum off my kitchen floor,” Ianto tells him. “I want to watch you fuck him while he sucks me off. I want to leave bruises on him in places no one else can see so that he remembers me all week and can’t wait to come back. But that’s later.”
He adjusts the angle of Jack’s face and pushes into his throat.
“Right now, Jack, all I want is one little thing. Right now I want to break you.”
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Prev (Pt #17) (Warnings: Absence of cake.)
-
Next (Pt #19) (Warnings: Language, smut, and kink [D/s, sensation play, light bondage].)
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