It was Ianto’s first day off after going to work for Torchwood Three, so naturally he got an urgent phone call from Jack at 5:00 AM. Take a cab to one set of coordinates, pick up the SUV, and then drive it to another set of coordinates and pick up the rest of Torchwood. Ianto struggled into a pair of jeans, hurriedly brushed his teeth and called for a cab. Half an hour later, he pulled the recovered SUV over to the side of the road and picked up a tired and disgruntled Jack, Suzie, Tosh and Owen. They rode in silence for five minutes, accompanied only by the sound of Owen clicking and unclicking a small gray box.
Jack broke first. “Owen! Stop playing with that thing; you don’t know what it does! And you,” he rounded on Ianto, calmly driving along, “don’t you want to know what we’ve been doing all night?”
“I’m sure you’ll tell me if I need to know, Sir,” Ianto murmured, eyes on the road.
Jack grunted. “Point.”
“Besides, if he tells you here, Owen will just interrupt,” Suzie interjected. Owen turned to her, mouth open to disagree, when the small gray box suddenly flew out of his hand and latched itself to the ceiling of the SUV. Three lights lit up, and a golden mist filled the vehicle. Suzie glared at Owen, but Jack perked up.
“Oh, I recognize this thing! Ianto, you’re going to want to pull the SUV over now.” Jack was already unbuckling his seat belt, eyeing Ianto with a rather disconcerting gleam in his eyes.
“Why is that, exactly? Sir?” Ianto asked apprehensively, even as he stopped the SUV. And sneezed from the golden dust.
“Because we’re all about to have some fantastic sex! But we won’t remember it. That’s the second light. And the third light means we have to keep our clothes on.”
Tosh paused with her hands gripped around the edge of her shirt. “That’s fascinating, Jack! I don’t think I am physically able to take my shirt off!”
“And we are all poorer for it, Toshiko,” Jack replied, and impatiently pulled Ianto onto his lap. Ianto’s foot slid on the steering wheel, and the horn sounded long and deep as he pressed his lips to Jack’s and forced his tongue in. Jack grinned and tightened his hands around Ianto’s arse, the cotton of his jeans soft over the harder muscles in his legs.
Torchwood, Owen/Suzie/Tosh/Jack/Ianto -- SUV Sex Part 1A
It was Ianto’s first day off after going to work for Torchwood Three, so naturally he got an urgent phone call from Jack at 5:00 AM. Take a cab to one set of coordinates, pick up the SUV, and then drive it to another set of coordinates and pick up the rest of Torchwood. Ianto struggled into a pair of jeans, hurriedly brushed his teeth and called for a cab. Half an hour later, he pulled the recovered SUV over to the side of the road and picked up a tired and disgruntled Jack, Suzie, Tosh and Owen. They rode in silence for five minutes, accompanied only by the sound of Owen clicking and unclicking a small gray box.
Jack broke first. “Owen! Stop playing with that thing; you don’t know what it does! And you,” he rounded on Ianto, calmly driving along, “don’t you want to know what we’ve been doing all night?”
“I’m sure you’ll tell me if I need to know, Sir,” Ianto murmured, eyes on the road.
Jack grunted. “Point.”
“Besides, if he tells you here, Owen will just interrupt,” Suzie interjected. Owen turned to her, mouth open to disagree, when the small gray box suddenly flew out of his hand and latched itself to the ceiling of the SUV. Three lights lit up, and a golden mist filled the vehicle. Suzie glared at Owen, but Jack perked up.
“Oh, I recognize this thing! Ianto, you’re going to want to pull the SUV over now.” Jack was already unbuckling his seat belt, eyeing Ianto with a rather disconcerting gleam in his eyes.
“Why is that, exactly? Sir?” Ianto asked apprehensively, even as he stopped the SUV. And sneezed from the golden dust.
“Because we’re all about to have some fantastic sex! But we won’t remember it. That’s the second light. And the third light means we have to keep our clothes on.”
Tosh paused with her hands gripped around the edge of her shirt. “That’s fascinating, Jack! I don’t think I am physically able to take my shirt off!”
“And we are all poorer for it, Toshiko,” Jack replied, and impatiently pulled Ianto onto his lap. Ianto’s foot slid on the steering wheel, and the horn sounded long and deep as he pressed his lips to Jack’s and forced his tongue in. Jack grinned and tightened his hands around Ianto’s arse, the cotton of his jeans soft over the harder muscles in his legs.