“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.”
Re: Torchwood, Rhys/Gwen/Ianto/Jack -- SUV Sex Part 3B
“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.”