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Comment Porn Battle Post AMTDI/SUV Sex/Solo Sex

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Hey, it's party time! Everybody's welcome to kick in some porn!

Yes, three themes this weekend: Aliens Made Them Do it, Sex in the Torchwood SUV and Solo Sexing!

You can combine or choose one.

1. This should relate to TW or Doctor Who in some way. Crossovers are fine! The SUV counts as a character.
2. It should fit in the comment box. (That's about 500 words, max.) Please put the fandom and pairing in the subject line.
Example: Torchwood Jack/Tosh
3. If you wish to write something longer, just add a summary or snippet and link to your LJ, or reply to your first comment with extra porn.
4. WIP snippets are fine, but the story shouldn't be published earlier - the Battles are for new sexy things. :)
5. Anon commenting is turned on with screening, in case you prefer to be anonymous.
6. Any ship-war sniping/negativity will be deleted.

Give posters a chance to edit, etc. before replying to a porn post, please. You know how that ruddy preview thing works (badly).

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Yeah! But next time we'll be old-timers!

Andy doesn't mind. He's very good like that. He enjoys the SUV very much indeed.

*nods* Obviously.

So, fun! TW SUV getting some lovin'!

Heck, the pterodactyl did, it seemed only fair the SUV did too! Thanks for reading!

Thank you! What can I say? You bring out the best in me ;)

Glad to be of service! And you know, glad you liked. Thank you!

Ah... Now I could be all scholarly and say that I'd thought it all out, but I hadn't, it was more gut instinct. But basically, with the J/I thing, Jack was thinking straight, he'd not been affected, and he knew what was happening to Ianto. Yvonne and Lisa were both equally affected -- neither was of sound mind or able to stop their actions.

And then, also, I didn't have to think of it here, because I started in the middle of the scene. (And, I must confess, Jack/Ianto is my usual pairing, and I'm much more aware of any and all issues that could occur between them.)

And this got way too long for a simple reply. Am wordy.

We need more Yvonne, also. Thank you!

Not too long, I wanted to know your thoughts. Your answer about dubcon in the J/I comments brought the issue to mind--it's not something I usually worry about. And yes, in the J/I ficlet, having one under the influence and one not makes all the difference.

Funny (or rather, not so much), the issue of non-con never occurred to me when 'fox and I decided to do AMTDI. I've obviously been reading science fiction waaay too long! ;)

OF COURSE I believe in sex pheromones. :D

Thank you!

Just a ...quickie. ;)

Oooh, others have combined as well.

The SUV is the best place for that... tinted windows!

I think the fairy dust might freak some people out. :| But as it isn't real fairies, it's probably okay.

THX BB!

*sporfle* ;)

Shy anon is still shy...but more pornographic this time!

Wanking, voyeurism, and a dash of femmeslash to round it out. Absent!Jack Made Them Do It!

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"Tosh," Gwen had said -- almost the first thing after Jack left, left for two months to work undercover with UNIT, and Ianto was already looking depressive -- "Can you do something for me? It's a little above-and-beyond, but..."

"I can try," Tosh had said, because whatever other issues Gwen had (legion), she was a good leader. "What did you need?"

"It's Ianto. I'm sure he'll be fine, he knows Jack's coming back, but..." Gwen looked worried. "You know he sometimes gets moody about it. And he'll never show it."

"Moody," Tosh said, remembering the time after Lisa, when she'd heard Ianto's internal misery even as he cheerfully asked if she wanted coffee. "Yeah."

"Can you just keep an eye on him for me? Make sure we don't lose track of him? Know where he is, that kind of thing."

"Oh!" Tosh had said, smiling. "That's no problem at all."

This was not what she had expected.

Granted, it had been her own bright idea to write a little macro into mainframe to notify her of Ianto's comings and goings, and to bring up a camera of the archives when he was down there filing. And so far he'd just been filing, so she'd keep one eye on him and put the rest of the attention on her work.

Then he'd finished work for the day, a week into Jack's absence, and leaned up against a filing cabinet, and --

"Oh, my god!" she said, before she thought about it.

"What?" Gwen asked.

Tosh spent a split-second wondering if she should tell Gwen, or if she should protect Ianto's privacy, but frankly...well, they all lived in each other's pockets anyway, and she sort of felt that in an odd way Gwen deserved to see.

"Come here," she said, lowering her voice and jerking her head at the computer screen. Gwen frowned and joined her at her desk. After a second, her eyes went gratifyingly wide.

"Oh my god!" Gwen agreed.

Ianto had one hand on the drawer of the filing cabinet and his forehead pressed against it, eyes closed, lips parted slightly. He might have been crying or in pain, except...

His suit coat was off, sleeves rolled up, and his trousers hung open, belt dangling down, a hint of white on the grainy CCTV to show where his briefs had been shoved low on his hips. His right hand was moving rhythmically, and Tosh found herself wishing his trousers were just a little lower. She could see the dark head of his cock, but not much more --

For shame, she thought, objectifying a colleague! And yet...

"He's fit under the suit, isn't he?" Gwen asked, eyes glued to the screen. Ianto sucked in a sharp gasp of air. "I see why Jack keeps him around."

"Gwen!"

"Not like that!" Gwen said. "Just...well, he's very pretty."

"And size does matter," Tosh murmured. Gwen giggled. Ianto, oblivious to his audience three floors above, bucked his hips sharply. Tosh made a soft little noise.

"Wish we had audio," Gwen said idly. Tosh glanced at her, and found her frowning. "But it's...sort of sad, isn't it?"

"He doesn't look sad," Tosh observed. Ianto looked anything but sad, with his long dark lashes against his cheeks and his mouth open wider now, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Having a wank down in the archives, I mean. He must miss Jack terribly, but he can't be very comfortable. Standing up and dressed and everything."

On the screen, Ianto ducked his head lower and his shoulders heaved.

"Maybe he needs a hand," Tosh said, meaning it as a joke. As if he'd heard her, Ianto bucked again.

"Would you? If you thought Jack wouldn't mind?" Gwen asked.

"Me? I don't think Jack would mind. But I don't know that Ianto'd be interested."

"He's twenty-five. Trust me, he's interested," Gwen said, and then made a horrified noise. "I don't mean like that, Tosh! I just mean -- I'm sure he'd find you very appealing."

Tosh bit her lip to keep from laughing. Sometimes, Gwen was unintentionally hilarious. Ianto was shifting now, still leaning against the file-cabinet but constantly moving, hips thrusting into his hand, fingers of his other hand flexing and uncurling against the metal.

"Sure, I would," Tosh said, as Gwen leaned forward for a better view. She couldn't help but notice Gwen's breasts, swaying a little, and the slight rise where her nipples pressed through bra and t-shirt.

"Someone ought to," she continued, swallowing. She shifted minutely in the chair. "But that'd be weird, don't you think? Would you, if...Rhys...?"

"Oh yes," Gwen said. "Ianto's a little skinny for my type, mind."

There was a moment of contemplative silence; on the screen Ianto had turned his head to the side and she could see his face, his open mouth, could almost see even through the CCTV the high flush in his cheeks. It was voyeuristic, no doubt, and a little taboo, but wasn't that the appeal of it? With Gwen's arm brushing hers and the low tightness of her own arousal making it difficult to sit still. Ianto was very fit, and his body had turned enough for her to see almost all of his cock as his hand moved faster.

"Do you think -- "

"What about if we -- "

They both spoke at the same time, and Gwen gave a nervous laugh. "You first."

"No, you," Tosh said, trying not to look at Gwen's breasts. Which meant looking back at Ianto, and the soft skin of his waist, his long fingers. He'd slowed -- he was drawing it out, she realised, enjoying himself now.

"It would be good for the team," Gwen breathed. "Torchwood business. Rhys wouldn't have to know. And then it wouldn't be...weird, just one of us, if it were both."

"Fun," Tosh agreed. Ianto ducked his head and began to move quickly again, long even strokes. "But it'd be us, too..."

Gwen turned her head, and Tosh saw a slight grin on her face. She leaned across to zoom in the camera just a little, and her arm brushed against Tosh's breasts.

"I wouldn't mind," she said.

On the screen, Ianto's body tensed and then his hips jerked one last time. He was still for a moment, and both women held their breath until he relaxed slightly, still breathing hard.

Tosh turned away as Ianto straightened and began tidying up. Watching him pull his pants up slightly and buckle his belt somehow made it more...real, less of a fantasy, and more invasive to watch.

"So...?" she asked. Gwen nodded. She closed the CCTV window and sat contemplating the idea, Gwen still leaning against her chair, until Ianto appeared in the doorway from the archives. He looked as neatly-assembled as ever, not a hint in his face of what he'd been doing in the archives.

Tosh looked up at Gwen, and Gwen looked at her, and both of them tried not to look directly at Ianto, or to laugh at how little he knew about what they were planning. When a few giggles escaped, Ianto gave them an inquiring smile, but didn't speak as he passed them on his way to make the afternoon coffee.

For shame, she thought, objectifying a colleague! And yet...

Because no one at Torchwood would EVER do such a thing!

"He's fit under the suit, isn't he?" Gwen asked, eyes glued to the screen. Ianto sucked in a sharp gasp of air. "I see why Jack keeps him around."

Very, very nice... and I've never seen this scenario before. Hot and adorable!

This is kinky and sweet. Nice! I got quite a kick out of how the women are busily justifying themselves ahead of time.

"It would be good for the team," Gwen breathed. "Torchwood business."

'Taking one for the team' seems to be a real theme this battle...

*Final Part*

It was Rhys’s first trip in the SUV when the gray box activated for the last time. They were still in the garage; Rhys, Gwen and Ianto in the SUV, dark heads bent over an alien device that had latched itself to Gwen’s ankle and the floor of the vehicle. Jack had run into the Hub to get a tool he said he knew would do the trick. Rhys had only been trying to increase the interior lighting, but when he hit the gray box instead, it lit up one light and emitted a golden mist.

He frowned up at the box. “Um, Gwen? I think I may have accidentally done something a little wrong.”

Gwen sneezed. “Oh, my God.” Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt and Rhys gaped as Ianto turned his wife’s face towards him and kissed her deeply.

“Hey! Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rhys protested loudly, sneezed himself, and then found himself being kissed quite soundly by Ianto. To his shock, it felt really, really good. Only Ianto was wearing way too many clothes and he pushed at the other man’s jacket even as he was vaguely aware of Gwen undoing Ianto’s belt.

When Ianto’s fingers tugged on his own belt buckle, though, he shook his head hard, trying desperately to think clearly. “Something weird is going on,” he muttered, pulling his shirt off over his head.

Ianto grunted, and helped him slide his jeans and boxers down his legs. “It’s Torchwood. Relax, Rhys, we are clearly under the influence.” He pinched Rhys’s bare arse cheek between his fingers, and Rhys yelped.

Gwen laughed. “And look, it freed my ankle!” She slipped her foot out of its binding. “Help me get out of my jeans, will you, love?”

Rhys nodded, and felt his resistance melting in the presence of her smile, as always. He breathed in deeply, growing harder and harder. Ianto gave him an appreciative look, and tugged at Gwen’s boots as Rhys attacked her jeans. The moment she was freed of her clothes she pinned him in the corner of the backseat and practically impaled herself on his cock. Rhys barely had a moment to feel bad for Ianto, all alone in the other corner when the back seat shifted and fell flat. Gwen fell off him with a curse. “Fuck, what is this?”

“Just giving us a little room to maneuver. Jack designed it.” Ianto slid up close behind her and began to nibble an earlobe as one hand fondled one of her breasts. He had a tube of lube in his other hand.

“Way to be prepared, Ianto mate, but I want to fondle Gwen’s breasts.” Rhys pushed himself out of the corner and over to them. Ianto smirked at him, but dropped his hand from Gwen’s breast and uncapped the tube of lube. Rhys ran his thumbs over Gwen’s nipples and she gasped. He swallowed heavily. He had never seen her so wet and aroused before. He slid into her, eyes widening as he realized that he was not alone inside his wife. Ianto’s fingers were stretching her arsehole, and she moaned, a low keening sound that sent a wave of desire through his own cock. He thrust into her, hard, and she threw her head back against Ianto’s neck. “More. More, Ianto.”

Rhys heart clenched at the tender way Ianto kissed his wife’s neck and shoulder blades, and then he felt the other man’s cock, so close to him and he surprised himself by almost coming right then and there. Gwen shook her head. “No, not yet. Make it last,” she gasped. “I want it to last,” she almost cried.

Rhys’s eyes met Ianto’s over her shoulder and they began to move slowly, so slowly, each movement bringing a whimper or moan from one or all three of them. They were just establishing a rhythm when the door opened and Jack poked his head in, brandishing what looked like wire cutters. His jaw dropped.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Jack!” Ianto gasped. “Get in here and close the door. The gray box went off.”

Jack stared uncomprehending for a moment, and then barked a laugh. “That’s right. Hold on a sec.”

Rhys had never seen anyone doff their clothes as quickly as Captain Jack Harkness, but five seconds later he was slamming the door behind him and reaching for the discarded tube of lube. Rhys felt a sharp pang of jealousy run through him as he took in Jack’s naked body, all golden and muscular. Gwen was around that all the time, and how many times had they run into alien sex mist? Gwen twisted one of his nipples. “Rhys,” she said, exasperatedly, fondly. “Get on with it, yeah?”

He craned his neck to kiss her. He could feel the moment Jack’s lubed cock breached Ianto’s arsehole, like a bolt of electricity leapt from Ianto’s cock, conducted by Gwen’s body and into him. Fuck.

Ianto was swearing raggedly, and Rhys watched Jack’s hands steady the other man’s bucking hips, Jack’s lips raining soothing kisses across Ianto’s shoulders. Rhys met his eyes over the others’ bodies. Jack thrust into Ianto shallowly, slowly, and grinned lazily at Rhys when Ianto moaned low in his throat. Rhys narrowed his eyes, and took up the same rhythm with Gwen, rubbing his thumbs gently overly her stiff nipples, and felt Ianto answer with quick, short thrusts on the other side of her. Gwen began to pant heavily and her hands reached out to grasp Ianto’s, fingers twining above their heads. Jack tightened his grip on Ianto’s hips and pulled all the way in, chest flush with the other man’s back and Ianto came with a shout. Rhys answered with a deep thrust into Gwen and felt Ianto’s orgasm rip through his wife and send her tumbling over the edge. He followed with one last deep thrust, mouth open wide and head thrown back.

Rhys whited out completely, for what felt like ten minutes, but when he came to, they were all still connected and he grinned rather dopily at Jack. Jack smiled back, latched his teeth onto Ianto’s neck and came with a muffled groan. The SUV was filled with the sound of ragged breathing as everyone caught their breaths. Ianto pulled out of Gwen, gently, and she moaned softly, turned slightly, and kissed him full on the lips. Rhys was sure he heard her murmur, “I love you,” but for once, he did not feel jealous as she turned immediately back into his arms and kissed him soundly. His eyes drooped of their own accord, and the last thing he saw was Jack, rolling Ianto onto his back and kissing his face and neck.

***

They woke up, limbs entangled, the next morning. Rhys sat up abruptly, staring at his wife and her colleagues. “Oh my God, we all had sex last night.”

Jack propped himself up on an elbow and ran a twinkling eye over his naked body. “And we got to remember it! Pretty great, huh?”

Rhys gaped at him, then turned to Ianto. “You – and Gwen!” he spluttered helplessly.

Ianto raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t sell yourself short, Rhys, you were there, too.”

Gwen giggled. “Rhys. Come on. None of us could help it. Smile for me, will you, love?” She smiled at him, a look that had been so rare lately, and he gave in.

“Great!” Jack clapped his hands together. “Now, ten points to whoever gives the best impersonation of Rhys’s O face.”

This is funny, and hot, and delightful! Loved Jack redesigning the back seat (of course he did!), and the whole pileup idea was great. Yay for the little grey box!

That's what I'm talking about! (Said in the voice of Adam Savage from Mythbusters.) Ok that's out of my system.

Very hot! And the best thing is that they all remember it.

Like a delicious team sandwich + Rhys bread. Harrr!

Hot and original... and so nice that they've remembered what happened.

Awww. ILU, too. I'm glad it got written!

Every time someone says that they don't believe in alien sex pheromones, Captain Jack loses an erection.

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