The second time it happened, Owen was behind the wheel of the SUV, bumping wildly on a dirt road outside of Cardiff. Gwen shot a glare at him from the passenger’s seat. “There are a few potholes you missed back there, Owen.”
“Oh, really? Well, then, how about I turn around and go back for them, Madame Leader? That what you want?”
“Would the two of you please stop bickering?” Tosh murmured softly from the back, not even looking up.
Ianto cleared his throat. “We’ll hit the road in about three kilometers –” He cut off sharply as Owen hit a particularly deep pothole, Ianto’s head slamming into the ceiling of the SUV as his hand came up to brace himself and accidentally nudged a little gray box instead. It activated immediately, two lights blinking on and emitting a golden mist.
“Uh…anyone know what this is?” Gwen asked, alarmed.
“Blinking Gray Box,” Owen answered promptly, then sneezed. “Oh, fuck.” He slammed on the breaks and cut the engine as everyone bounced in their seats.
Gwen took in a breath to yell at him for the abrupt halt, but changed her mind as she breathed in the mist. It suddenly seemed perfectly normal for Owen to be pulling his t-shirt over his head. In the backseat, Tosh kicked off her shoes and grinned at Ianto as he shrugged out of his jacket and loosened his tie.
Gwen unbuckled her seat belt and climbed awkwardly into the back. Tosh took her hand and kissed it, helping her over.
“Hey!” Owen squawked from the front, fumbling with his belts and tugging down his jeans. “Where are you going?”
“I’m horny and don’t want to fuck you,” Gwen answered calmly, settling in between Tosh and Ianto. Tosh giggled and Ianto smiled at her, taking her face between his hands and kissing her. She was starting to black out from lack of oxygen when he finally let up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can’t leave me up here with this alone!” Owen gestured down angrily at his erect cock, jutting up awfully close to the steering wheel.
“Take care of it yourself; you’ve been all Mr. I-Can-Do-Everything-By-Myself lately,” Gwen answered absently, unbuttoning Tosh’s shirt as Ianto slid her own jeans and underwear off her hips and down her legs.
“So what, Ianto gets you both? It’s been awhile since he’s fucked a woman; he might not know what he’s doing.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him, then threw Gwen’s jeans and underwear in his face. Gwen gasped and dropped Tosh’s shirt as Ianto ran a hand across her thigh, fingers tickling close. Tosh watched avidly as those delicate fingers disappeared from sight and Gwen’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Ianto leaned into Gwen, reaching over her body to caress Tosh’s neck and kiss her very gently on the lips.
Tosh sighed as he broke the kiss. “You understand, don’t you?” she asked him, and he nodded. “All right, Owen,” she said, squeezing around Gwen and Ianto, “I’ll fuck you, but only if you promise to be nicer to everyone.”
Owen tore his eyes from Gwen, Ianto pushing up her shirt as her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, and focused on Tosh, determined and aroused and offering. “It’s a deal,” he agreed, and rose up in the driver’s seat, tripped, and pulled her down with him into the passenger seat. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, and finally kissed her.
In the backseat, Gwen succeeded in getting Ianto pantless and shirtless, and she gawked up at him. He was so much more beautiful naked than she was expecting. Was this how Jack got to see him, desire obviously thrumming through his body? She moaned low in her throat and reached up to pull him closer to her. His hand was a steady pressure in the small of her back, holding them together and the backseat filled with the musky scent of sex as he slid smoothly into her. Gwen’s back arched completely off the backseat, Ianto’s hand helping her engulf him even more completely. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he began to rock into her. Her gasps grew louder and louder with each thrust and her nails dug into his back, drawing blood. Ianto swore harshly at the pain, and bit down on her neck. She came with a scream, wave after wave shuddering through her. Ianto thrust into her, two, three more times, and then came with a hoarse shout, collapsing onto his elbows to spare her his weight.
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Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2A
Date: 2009-05-17 06:01 am (UTC)“Oh, really? Well, then, how about I turn around and go back for them, Madame Leader? That what you want?”
“Would the two of you please stop bickering?” Tosh murmured softly from the back, not even looking up.
Ianto cleared his throat. “We’ll hit the road in about three kilometers –” He cut off sharply as Owen hit a particularly deep pothole, Ianto’s head slamming into the ceiling of the SUV as his hand came up to brace himself and accidentally nudged a little gray box instead. It activated immediately, two lights blinking on and emitting a golden mist.
“Uh…anyone know what this is?” Gwen asked, alarmed.
“Blinking Gray Box,” Owen answered promptly, then sneezed. “Oh, fuck.” He slammed on the breaks and cut the engine as everyone bounced in their seats.
Gwen took in a breath to yell at him for the abrupt halt, but changed her mind as she breathed in the mist. It suddenly seemed perfectly normal for Owen to be pulling his t-shirt over his head. In the backseat, Tosh kicked off her shoes and grinned at Ianto as he shrugged out of his jacket and loosened his tie.
Gwen unbuckled her seat belt and climbed awkwardly into the back. Tosh took her hand and kissed it, helping her over.
“Hey!” Owen squawked from the front, fumbling with his belts and tugging down his jeans. “Where are you going?”
“I’m horny and don’t want to fuck you,” Gwen answered calmly, settling in between Tosh and Ianto. Tosh giggled and Ianto smiled at her, taking her face between his hands and kissing her. She was starting to black out from lack of oxygen when he finally let up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can’t leave me up here with this alone!” Owen gestured down angrily at his erect cock, jutting up awfully close to the steering wheel.
“Take care of it yourself; you’ve been all Mr. I-Can-Do-Everything-By-Myself lately,” Gwen answered absently, unbuttoning Tosh’s shirt as Ianto slid her own jeans and underwear off her hips and down her legs.
“So what, Ianto gets you both? It’s been awhile since he’s fucked a woman; he might not know what he’s doing.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow at him, then threw Gwen’s jeans and underwear in his face. Gwen gasped and dropped Tosh’s shirt as Ianto ran a hand across her thigh, fingers tickling close. Tosh watched avidly as those delicate fingers disappeared from sight and Gwen’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Ianto leaned into Gwen, reaching over her body to caress Tosh’s neck and kiss her very gently on the lips.
Tosh sighed as he broke the kiss. “You understand, don’t you?” she asked him, and he nodded. “All right, Owen,” she said, squeezing around Gwen and Ianto, “I’ll fuck you, but only if you promise to be nicer to everyone.”
Owen tore his eyes from Gwen, Ianto pushing up her shirt as her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, and focused on Tosh, determined and aroused and offering. “It’s a deal,” he agreed, and rose up in the driver’s seat, tripped, and pulled her down with him into the passenger seat. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, and finally kissed her.
In the backseat, Gwen succeeded in getting Ianto pantless and shirtless, and she gawked up at him. He was so much more beautiful naked than she was expecting. Was this how Jack got to see him, desire obviously thrumming through his body? She moaned low in her throat and reached up to pull him closer to her. His hand was a steady pressure in the small of her back, holding them together and the backseat filled with the musky scent of sex as he slid smoothly into her. Gwen’s back arched completely off the backseat, Ianto’s hand helping her engulf him even more completely. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he began to rock into her. Her gasps grew louder and louder with each thrust and her nails dug into his back, drawing blood. Ianto swore harshly at the pain, and bit down on her neck. She came with a scream, wave after wave shuddering through her. Ianto thrust into her, two, three more times, and then came with a hoarse shout, collapsing onto his elbows to spare her his weight.