*Comment Porn Battle Post* AMTDI/SUV Sex/Solo Sex

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


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Torchwood: Jack/Gwen, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Gwen/Ianto, Gwen/Jack/Rhys, Gwen/Rhys

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“Oh, shit!” Gwen exclaimed as the glass jar slipped from her hands and shattered at her feet. Fine red dust spilled out across the floor of the autopsy bay and rose into the air. “Shit!”

“Gwen?” Jack appeared on the balcony above her, with Ianto one step behind him. “What’s wro—” He stopped short when he saw the mess on the floor. “Oh. Please don’t tell me that you just broke our last jar of powdered D’karian eggs?”

“Um...” Gwen bent down, and carefully retrieved the shards of glass that were still held together by an old label. She didn’t recognise the handwriting, but it was easy enough to read. “I guess... I guess I did, Jack.”

“Oh boy,” said Ianto.

Jack quickly made his way down the stairs and stood in front of her. “Right,” he said. “This stuff is pretty old, so we’ve got about half an hour before it kicks in. And that means—” he looked up at Ianto then, and waited for a nod, “—that means, Gwen, that you have a choice. You can stay here with us—or you can go home to Rhys.” He raised a hand to her cheek, and brushed an errant piece of hair behind her ear. “Either way is fine.”

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After twenty-five minutes, the powdered D’karian eggs were definitely beginning to kick in, if the way she’d snogged Jack goodbye when he’d dropped her home was any indication. It was probably lucky that he’d driven off before she’d been able to make her way around to the passenger window to say goodbye to Ianto.

Gwen hurried up the stairs to her flat, glad that she didn’t see anyone on the way. “Rhys!” she called out as she unlocked the door. “Rhys, I—”

She stopped short as she saw the note that Rhys had left for her beside the phone.

Gone out for a couple of pints with Banana Boat. Love you.

“Damn it!” Gwen thought she might kick something. “I should have taken Jack up on his offer,” Gwen muttered, even though she knew, through the hormonal fog that was beginning to cloud her thoughts, that it probably would have been a bad idea. Still, she couldn’t help wondering...

Jack and Ianto hadn’t been exposed to the D’karian eggs as long as she had, but surely it was affecting them by now—God, they’d probably pulled over to the side of the road, going for it in the SUV—Oh, God.

Gwen didn’t really have time to think as her hands fumbled desperately with her belt, with her fly.

...Jack pulling Ianto into the back seat of the SUV, loosening his tie with one hand, while his other one...

Gwen’s hand slipped inside her panties.

...probably naked now, so much flesh, nipples and cocks and arms and legs...

Gwen sank back onto the couch, pushing her jeans and panties down past knees, so that they feel around her ankles.

...she could be in between them, her legs wound tightly around Jack’s hips, Ianto running his hands along her back... Rhys... Rhys behind her instead, yes, oh God.

Gwen’s hand slipped back between her legs, her middle finger finding the perfect rhythm on her clit as she closed her eyes and let the images wash over her.
...Jack in front of her, inside her, hands on her breasts, mouth at her neck; Rhys behind her, tongue trailing across her shoulders, his mouth meeting Jack’s briefly; Jack pushing forward, filling her...

She bucked her hips forward, moving faster now, losing all awareness of her surroundings.

...Rhys’s hands across her stomach, God, he could be inside her too, both of them at once, so warm between them, skin and sweat and tangled limbs and hot breath, Jack’s lips parted in front of her, Rhys behind her, hard and hot...

Gwen cried out as she came, her entire frame shuddering. She kept her eyes closed for a few moments more, enjoying the small ripples of pleasure that still pulsed through her body. And then—”

“Glad to see you enjoying yourself without me, love.”

Gwen’s eyes shot open, to see Rhys grinning above her. She was still too flushed to blush, but her mouth dropped open—and then she smiled. Those D’karian eggs hadn’t finished with her yet, it seemed. She reached up and grabbed a handful of his shirt between her fingers.

“Come here, you big sexy thing,” she said, pulling him down towards her.

Re: Torchwood: Jack/Gwen, Jack/Ianto, Jack/Gwen/Ianto, Gwen/Jack/Rhys, Gwen/Rhys

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SQUEE!! Ohmigod, I love this! Funny and hot and sharp, and full of Rhys love. What could be better?

Also, First! ;)

Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part I.

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[A/N: takes place immediately after Jack and Ianto sedate Myfanwy in 'Fragments']

He was going to break apart. He could feel the cracks starting, right between his ribs, just where a coroner would insert the rib shears to break him open. He stumbled out of the warehouse with arms wrapped tight around his chest. Jack and Lisa, the two of them, they were going to open him up and all the filth was going to spill in a bloody, stinking mess. Things that should stay inside his skin were coming out, out where they should never ever be. Out where anyone could see them.

So he wrapped his arms around himself, and he stopped next to Torchwood Three's SUV in the wet night air to breathe, and he shoved his emotional viscera back inside and turned around with a quirk of his mouth when Jack came up behind him and asked if he needed a ride home.

Because, of course, he did need a ride; he'd had to sell his car weeks ago. Bad planning, careless, careless. Pay attention to details, Ianto chided himself. Harkness mustn't--

Christ, he was standing right there, so close, did the man have to stand so damn close to him all the time? Jack laid his long hands on Ianto's shoulders, firm, reassuring, controlling, and Ianto had to hold himself back from leaning into the too-knowing touch.

Harkness was looking quizzically at him, expecting an answer. His fingers were tightening on Ianto's shoulders, kneading almost imperceptibly, as if Ianto belonged, as if he was Jack's, now that he was Torchwood Three. As if Jack could feel Ianto's insides coming apart.

"If you don't mind, Jack. Captain. My flat's only a kilometer or so from here, shouldn't be far out of your way. How long do you think the pteradactyl, erm, pteranodon, will stay sedated?" Ianto made an effort to keep himself from babbling. What the hell were they going to talk about on the ride, oh this had all been a bad, bad idea.

Jack's hands slid slowly from Ianto's shoulders down into his own pockets, and he rocked back on his heels, eyes still intent and careful on Ianto. Then Jack smiled, bright and hard. "Not too long, I shouldn't think, but my team is on their way to bundle her up and bring her back to the Hub. No need to worry about that."

Jack was suddenly all motion and energy, launching himself into the driver's seat. "Come on then. How do you know it's a female, by the way?"

"Google," Ianto answered dryly as he opened the SUV door. He settled into the very comfortable bucket seat, very uncomfortably close to Jack's thigh and his hand on the gearshift.

"I also...erm...named her," he added. "Myfanwy."

Harkness laughed aloud, an unfettered sound that was too loud in the close quarters of the vehicle. He slid his eyes sideways at Ianto. "She a Welsh dinosaur, then?" he drawled.

Ianto took refuge in pedantry. "Pteranodons aren't dinosaurs actually. They're pterosaurs, another order entirely."

Ianto studied him as he let loose another of those laughs. Good. Amused was good. Amused was not wondering about Ianto's motives, why exactly he'd stolen Rift activity detectors from the ruins of Torchwood One, why he wanted a job so very, very badly. Amused was also, unfortunately, devastatingly dimpled and simply fucking gorgeous on Harkness. That moment on the floor of the warehouse flooded back into his mind, swamping him with sense memory: Jack falling into his arms, rolling him out of the way of Myfanwy's plummeting body, Jack underneath him, warm and hard and panting laughter into Ianto's mouth.

It had been so shocking, that warmth, that hardness, that strong body gasping with life. It had felt like treachery. Ianto's mouth had flooded with bile and the metallic taste of Lisa's lips, and he'd fled ignominiously into the darkness, clutching his chest to keep it from breaking open. Aching with want and shame, with relief and the utter inability to maintain this deception that somehow wasn't really a deception at all, he'd fled.

Re: Torchwood: Ianto/Jack, first time, SUV. Part II.

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"Ianto?"

He jerked back to awareness. Jack had pulled over in front of Ianto's flat. Of course, he would know Ianto's address. He'd researched him thoroughly, after all.

"Penny for them," Jack said. "Thinking about me?"

And christ how did Harkness know Ianto was thinking about him? Hell, he probably assumed everyone was always thinking about him. Ianto wanted to punch the confident grin off Harkness' face. Wanted to kiss him senseless and finish what they'd started in the warehouse. Wanted to flee into his flat and touch what warm human skin was still left on Lisa's tortured body. He lunged forward, clumsy, shaky, and he missed Jack's mouth, just catching the edge of his jaw. Stubble under his lips, salt on his tongue. Jack stiffened, actually moved his hand towards that antique pistol of his, but then he relaxed and turned his face to Ianto, and Ianto sealed his mouth over Jack's.

It wasn't what he was expecting. He wasn't sure exactly what he had expected, but it wasn't this simple tumbling heat, this desire focused tightly down to the hot slide of Jack's lips against his, this want narrowing until he could feel nothing but Jack. Jack's tongue was sly and insinuating, hard to pin down, but Ianto captured it. He uttered a long moan when Jack let him suck hungrily on it, and was suddenly, dizzingly hard.

"I don't want you. I don't," he gasped into Jack's mouth, and then panic flared through him at what he'd let slip.

Jack broke the kiss, thumbed Ianto's jaw, cheekbones, lips. "You don't. Want. Me."

Jack's hand slid up Ianto's leg and brushed featherlight along his prick. Jack made a humming noise, smiling, and pressed hard with his hand, and Ianto's cock surged forward of its own accord.

"What do you want, then, Ianto Jones?" asked in a whisper, hot breath in his ear, Jack's hand opening his flies. Ianto meant to answer, he did, but then Jack was touching him, rough palm against his naked flesh, and it was so good, so real and full of the drag and heat of living cells against living cells, that the only thing to leave his mouth was a painful, desperate groan.

When Jack bent to take Ianto's cock into his mouth, Ianto was certain beyond all reasonable doubt that he was going to lose his mind. Nothing had ever felt this good, not Lisa, oh god not Lisa, not any one of a dozen casual encounters in backseats or at glory-holes or on someone's dingy futon. Jack was slow with it, agonizingly slow, the hot slickness of his tongue gliding along the rim of the head, pressing, lapping everywhere, the soft relentless pressure of his lips containing and encircling.

Jack slipped his hand down and gathered Ianto's balls and Ianto surged up, pushing his cock deeper into Jack's mouth. Jack's hand was squeezing gently, knuckles rubbing over and over against the sensitive place behind his balls, and all the while Jack's mouth was sucking, tugging, licking everywhere, Ianto helpless beneath his assault.

And then Jack was sucking hard on the head of Ianto's cock while his tongue did something unfathomable on the underside, and oh god no, it was happening, his chest was breaking open, all of his secrets were spilling out, spilling into Jack's open, grasping, avid mouth, and Ianto let them call out Jack's name as he came.

An eternity later, he lifted his head and opened his eyes to see Jack licking his lips clean of Ianto's come, his hands busily tucking Ianto's cock away behind the barriers of clothing and once-again-separate flesh.

"Don't want you," Ianto managed to gasp through the buzzing in his head. "I just want a job."

Jack leaned back and laughed out loud. Good, Ianto thought, keep him laughing. Always make them laugh. Leave them wanting more. And any other show biz cliches that applied here, he thought wryly, or maybe desperately. He had to get the hell out of this car, away from this sublimely dangerous man who was now his boss. He sat up, tugged his suit jacket straight, and opened the car door.

"Jack. Captain Harkness." Ianto hesitated, halfway out. "What should I call you?"

Jack looked at him steadily. "Maybe it would be best if you just called me 'sir'."

Ianto held Jack's eyes and nodded once, firmly. "First thing Monday morning, then, sir."

Torchwood: Jack/Ianto, Rhys Part One

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A/N: This is a preview for the next story in my Masks universe. Takes place during Gwen's wedding to Rhys. Enjoy!

“Rhys, have you seen Jack and Ianto? Tosh said Ianto went to get some supplies and that Jack followed him but that was a while ago.”

“Nope, haven’t seen ‘em since they left. Want me to go take a look?”

Gwen hesitated.

Rhys leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ll just run out front, they may need some help with heavy lifting or something. Won’t be long.”

He turned and left the reception hall at a rapid pace headed toward the front entrance where he knew the SUV was parked. He was barely out the door when he stopped where he was and just stared at the sight in front of him.

Ianto had his hands handcuffed over the handle just above the inside of the rear door of the SUV. His head was thrown back and Rhys could barely make out what he was saying. It sounded vaguely like, “GUH JACK!”

Jack was on his knees in front of Ianto and Rhys’ eyes almost bulged out as he watched the Captain bob his head up and down over Ianto’s cock. He felt himself harden when Jack’s throat worked as he swallowed around the younger man’s considerable length. He heard Ianto’s needy whimpers, and watched as the young man helplessly tried to remain in control under Jack’s assault.

He knew the moment Ianto’s knees gave out because his arms went taut and Jack grabbed his hips to support him.

He swallowed convulsively, his mouth suddenly dry as Jack continued to lick and suck and bite Ianto’s cock. Rhys knew a good blow job when he saw one and Jack was spectacular. He reached down to stroke over the bulge in his own pants. He wasn’t attracted to guys in the least bit, but watching Jack he could understand anyone’s attraction to the Captain. He was very skilled. He’d reduced the normally strait-laced, buttoned-up Ianto to a needy, mewling, desperate mess.

Wordless whimpers were pouring out of the younger man’s mouth as he dangled from the handcuffs encasing his wrists. Rhys rubbed the bulge in his pants when he thought of the red marks that would be circling Ianto’s arms later. Idly he wondered if Gwen had a pair of cuffs, he stroked himself harder at the thought.

Jack started to move a bit faster, increasing his rhythm. Rhys could see how deep he was taking Ianto, and could tell from Ianto’s frantic movements that the younger man was close. Then he heard the strangest thing, Jack started to hum. Ianto threw his head back, his hips pumped forward two times, and then Rhys saw Jack gripping his hips tightly as he swallowed down Ianto’s come. He gripped himself hard, trying to stave off his own orgasm.

Suddenly Jack stood up and turned Ianto around. Rhys watched as Jack fumbled in his coat pocket, pulling out a tiny tube of something. Rhys figured out within seconds that the tube was lube. He saw Jack slick up a hand and watched it disappear between the Captain and Ianto. He didn’t see what happened but he heard Ianto’s moan, saw him thrust back against the Captain, and heard the Captain chuckle smugly. He stroked himself a bit harder, easing his zip down and sliding his hand inside. Be better for Gwen anyway, he thought, he’d have more control if he eased things off a bit now, be able to focus on her a bit more.

Re: Torchwood: Jack/Ianto, Rhys Part Two

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He watched Jack licked down one side of Ianto’s neck, across the back of his shoulders, and up the other side before taking his earlobe in between his teeth. Jack kissed back down Ianto’s neck, sucking the tender skin over his pulse in between his teeth. Rhys could see Ianto shudder with pleasure under Jack’s ministrations and all the while the Captain continued to thrust languidly into his young lover. Ianto threw his head back onto Jack’s shoulder when he bit the skin where neck and shoulder meet.

“Jack,” he pleaded.

Rhys watched in astonishment as Jack reached around and stroked Ianto back to full hardness. He could barely make out the Captain’s words.

“You know I like us to come together.”

Ianto nodded wordlessly and gave himself over to Jack’s touch. Rhys started stroking himself a bit more firmly. He was determined to join the other two. He tried to mirror Jack’s strokes, adding a sweep of his thumb over the head of his cock on every other upstroke. Soon his heart was pounding and his breath was coming in short little pants. Jack had better hurry up or he was going to come before they did.

“Now, Jack, please,” Ianto growled, and Rhys found himself whispering the same sentiment.

Jack’s thrusts took on an all new urgency along with his strokes and Rhys knew they were all nearing completion. Thrusts and strokes became erratic and soon all three men were coming simultaneously. Rhys gazing on in amazement as his come spurted over a nearby bush. He watched as Jack slumped forward over Ianto, and Ianto limply hung by his wrists, almost supporting Jack’s weight.

He saw Jack kiss the side of Ianto’s neck tenderly, watched as Ianto turned and their lips met and for the first time since he’d started watching, Rhys felt like he was interrupting something intimate. Not that the sex hadn’t been intimate, but there was something about the kiss that conveyed the way these two men felt about each other that made him feel like an interloper. He couldn’t hear what Jack whispered into Ianto’s ear but it made the other man smile.

Rhys smiled to himself, whatever he said, Rhys recognized the smile, it was the same smile he gave Gwen. He watched Jack straighten up and reach into the SUV for a packet of wet serviettes. Jack briskly cleaned himself up and then Rhys’ breath caught in his throat at the tender way Jack cleaned Ianto. Gently, he released his wrists from the cuffs and kissed each one in turn. He rubbed them soothingly with his thumbs, easing away the red marks with each stroke until Rhys couldn’t see any marks from where he was standing. Jack must have magic fingers, he thought.

Ianto smiled up at Jack as he buttoned up his shirt and retied his tie. Jack’s voice drifted over to where Rhys had turned to go back inside.

“Told you the pheromones from a Nostrovite mixed with mine were a powerful aphrodisiac.”

“Seriously Jack? The aliens made you do it?”

Even with his back turned, Rhys could picture Ianto rolling his eyes. He chuckled to himself and went to find his wife. It was time they were off, he had a few ideas he wanted to try out.

Torchwood, Owen/Suzie/Tosh/Jack/Ianto -- SUV Sex Part 1A

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For my peeps neifile7 and alba17. Lots of set-up in 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.

Re: Torchwood, Owen/Suzie/Tosh/Jack/Ianto -- SUV Sex Part 1B

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In the backseat, Suzie shot Owen one more glare before inhaling the golden mist and grinning dopily. Tosh was already nibbling at her neck, and she turned to fully face the other woman as Owen tugged ineffectually on her jacket. She shoved him off, and pulled on Tosh’s hips, laying her out on the backseat and running her hands under Tosh’s sensible button-down and tickling the soft skin of her stomach. She wondered vaguely if she was cheating, but decided she didn’t really care when Tosh laughed at her tickles and forced herself up on her elbows to pull her down into a series of nipping little kisses. She was aware of Owen on her periphery, falling to the floor of the SUV as he struggled to get a better look at her and Tosh, grinding close together on the wide backseat, before switching to take in Jack and Ianto rocking together in the passenger seat. Ianto was moaning, flushed and sweaty, and Suzie caught the challenge in Jack’s eye in the rearview mirror. She grinned fiercely back and applied her teeth to Tosh’s earlobe as she maintained eye contact with Jack. Tosh let out a shriek to rival Ianto’s moans and Jack redoubled his efforts, sucking on Ianto’s exposed throat and sliding one hand around to squeeze Ianto’s cock through his jeans. Owen craned his neck to get a better look, and got whiplash as Ianto rocked into Jack’s touch, forcing the passenger seat down even further. Suzie shook her head at Jack in the mirror, and slid her hands further up under Tosh’s shirt and twisted a nipple. Hard. Tosh yelped, and accidentally kicked Owen in the head. Owen yelped back, and Suzie gloated as everyone’s attention focused on her briefly. She could feel wet, warm heat radiating out from her lower abdomen and her eyes locked on Jack’s as Tosh touched her, feather-light then suddenly applied just the right amount of pressure, and she could smell her own scent on Tosh’s hand, in the whole SUV, and she came. First, naturally. Jack raised his brows to her when she opened her eyes again. His glance took in Tosh beneath her, before he turned his focus on Ianto. Tosh wriggled slightly underneath her, and Suzie absently began rutting against her, building up the friction between their identical wool-blend trousers. She watched Jack in the rearview mirror, all of his attention focused on the man writhing in his lap. Ianto came with a drawn out moan, head thrown back and hair curling with sweat. Jack met her eyes again, and gave a pointed look at Tosh. Suzie nodded, and leaned in to kiss Tosh, lips trailing down her neck, darting in between the buttons on her shirt. Owen swore next to her on the floor, his own hand palming his cock through his jeans as Suzie grinned smugly, cheated again, and slipped her hand down the front of Tosh’s trousers, beneath damp silk lingerie. Tosh was breathing in short gasps, her heels drumming against the backseat. Suzie looked at Jack once more. His eyes were half-lidded, and his tongue slid slowly across his lips, watching them. Ianto pulled him by the neck closer to him and kissed him messily, one hand going down to his lap. Suzie kept her eyes on Jack’s face, and moved her fingers in Tosh in time to his labored breathing. She could see the moment right before he came, and curled her fist. Tosh and Jack both came with identical moans. Suzie rocked back on her heels and patted Tosh’s hip as she shuddered through the eddies of her orgasm.

Owen swore again, and Suzie shot him an amused look. “Do you need some help, Owen?”

He grabbed her hand and shoved it in his mouth, licking, as he brought himself off with his other hand. Suzie immediately began to feel sleepy. “Jack? Is this part of the thing?” she muttered, stretching out again on the back seat. Tosh put one arm around her shoulders and reached down to pat Owen on the head with her other hand.

“Yeah, Suzie, now we’re all going to forget it, more’s the pity,” Jack replied sleepily, nuzzling Ianto’s neck.

Suzie could just make out Ianto’s response before she fell asleep. “The next time this happens, Sir, you’re going to be naked, begging me for it, and we’re both going to fucking remember it.”

Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part One

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This is what Jack Harkness can’t resist: a person who has the brilliance and the brass to discover and penetrate the Torchwood Institute. In this case, she is a hot and sexy police constable. He has had some time to think about what to do with her. Some of his favorite parts will be what he has always done:

1. Watch her on CCTV as she prowls around Roald Dahl Plass until she thinks up a con to get inside;
2. Play along with her ruse as she gapes stunned at the palace under the pavement;
3. Act preoccupied when she shrieks at the realization that the giant flying thing inside the Hub is a pterodactyl;
4. Feign humility as she can’t decide what is more captivating Torchwood’s fantastic technology or his very own charisma--so great it can be seen from space.
5. Introduce her to whatever is the most bizarre, living, breathing evidence of life on other planets pacing in one of their basement cells and wait for her reaction.
6. Take her out for a drink to help her defuse from the shock of it all, retcon her, and then the part he likes least, ditch her.

It was moving along just like clockwork: she was so adorable pacing outside in the rain. Then they all had a laugh as Ianto played his role. Gwen’s courage momentarily faltering as Ianto opened the false wall and mysteriously nodded her in. Next, all of them pretending to ignore her as she gaped at the Hub, clutching a soggy pizza.

For each of them, this particular species was always the most exciting to bring in to the Hub. A human. A human, who up until this moment was innocent of the lonely struggle with the universe they were in--and unburdened by the weight of all they knew. They all extended this contact as long as they could. Trying to vicariously get back to that place when it was all new. Back to that particular garden in which they once basked sans snake—or in this case, sans brain-eating snakeman just in from the Hespress Galaxy for a quick bite.

Upon first seeing Gwen, Jack had especially looked forward to the drinks they would share before goodbye—hers he would regretfully “medicate” for the good of Torchwood and for her own.

But this time protocol went all to hell somewhere between numbers 5 and 6. Her reaction to the weevil was markedly different than any he had witnessed. There was no horror, no perverse fascination, or defensive jokes. Her heart was wide open to this alien. She seemed to see right into the creature, to meet it on some essential level. Sitting in front of the cell, Gwen got very quiet and emotionally raw; Jack’s reaction was identical, not to the weevil, but to her.

She possessed the moment like no one ever had, and Jack felt something entirely unfamiliar. It took a minute to even recognize what he was feeling. Admiration. And when she challenged Torchwood’s responsibility to survivors, to informing or warning the people of the Earth, he began to even feel envy.
So, when he walked her out to the SUV fully intending to drive to a pub, those cogs in his head were racing without his full volition. Instead of opening the passenger door, he opened the backseat door, offering a half-cocked pretence.

“You should really see some of the tech we have back here.”

Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two

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Gwen just glanced at him with a slightly repressed smile and obediently slid into the back seat. Jack slipped in next to her and pulled down the GPS-tracking system, booting it up.

“Note the double matrices. This one indicates movement in the first two dimensions; the one on top tracks the third and fourth.”

“Did you say fourth?! You mean like something traveling through time.”

“Exactly.”

“That is stunning.”

Jack turned to her and stared long into her eyes, and then down to her lips. “You are stunning.” He pushed the GPS tray back into its cubby.

Gwen leaned away as in a flash Jack slipped his hand around her waist and drew her close. He held her, staring into her eyes for a long moment, too aware of the limited time he would have with her. Gwen pawed at Jack’s chest, half-heartedly pushing him away, and then giving in to feel the contours of his stomach and chest.

Jack noted the change in her touch, the rush of her breath, and kissed her full on the mouth. She kissed him back hungrily, and he found himself peeling her jacket and shirt off. His hands seeking her bare flesh before his brain conceived of it. Gwen began to clumsily unbutton his shirt, which he quickly dispensed with: wrenching down his braces and pulling it over his head. Gwen’s bra undone and gone as if by presdigitation in Jack’s flurry.

At first Jack’s hands moved like gentle birds caressing Gwen’s bare skin as they kissed and embraced, until she pressed herself against the swelling cock under his trousers. Suddenly, the artistry left his hands. He pushed Gwen back against the car seat, tonguing her mouth, squeezing her tits, rubbing her erect nipples with his thumbs. As his mouth took over for his hands, her breathing became a high, sweet cry. She noted a hard flash of impatience across Jack’s face as he regarded her trousers. As he unbuttoned, unzipped, pulled at her trousers, then her knickers, the words, “A skirt, next time,” slipped out of his gritting teeth--as if there would be a next time. Jack paused at his own words, surveyed the vision of Gwen: her pale, bare skin against the dark leather seats in his SUV; her eyes wide as she unbuckled his trousers and pulled his red and rock hard cock out of his fly.

Suddenly she dropped her arms over her head, almost in surrender fashion and pressed her knees together, blinking innocently up at him kneeling over her. He took each adorable knee in hand, wrenched them apart holding her in his bold gaze for a long, long time.

Finally, Jack pushed himself inside her with little strokes, each one a little deeper and deeper, as if he could inch his way into her heart, her being. With each thrust he was peppered with little visions of her: the first, noticing her at the crime scene in the rain; the second addressing her above him in the parking garage; the third in the hospital, fourth in the hub; then the first touch, the kiss. When she wrapped her legs tightly around him, he was jolted into the present moment. Gwen began to gasp for breath and moan in complete candor and volume. He made himself stop thrusting, but to no avail: Gwen pulled him against herself hard, writhing and jerking in her climax. Jack thrust once more, holding Gwen’s hips still, cumming deep inside her.

Collapsing on top of her, he wanted to sleep, pass out, check out. Anything, but face the reality of having to retcon her now.

AMTDI Porn (but sad. You were warned.)

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Tosh bent over the waist-high partition and braced herself with a vice grip on the slick tiles, watching Jack on the other side as he grasped Suzie's ass and shoved farther into her. Suzie's hair was plastered onto her face, her neck, and her mouth bit into Jack's shoulder with quite a bit of force. Jack had buried his face into her neck, but Tosh could see his eyes screwed shut, his face grimacing. He hadn't been particularly happy when Owen had accidentally sprayed them all with the mist from the canister. In fact, he had screamed something obscene and all but dragged Suzie down to the drenching showers, Owen and Tosh in tow.

Now, Owen thrust harder into Tosh, his hands on her waist, so fast and frantic that she didn't really have time to do more than hold on to the wall and wonder when he'd be done. She'd come already; she hadn't been able to help herself, and the drug had flushed out of her system with the orgasm. Soon they would all be standing here in the showers, naked and sober and wondering who would talk first. Owen would dispense morning-after pills to her and Suzie (or just to her. She'd never seen the point of the taking the pill when she wasn't sexually active, but Suzie was on Depo). Jack would ask for one too, and Owen would roll his eyes.

Suzie screamed in Jack's ear, and his head jerked back with the volume of it. His eyes cast about and met with Tosh's; she had been able to watch them the entire time, and so she knew that Jack had already come, and his sole task for the past thirty seconds had been devoted to getting Suzie off so that this could all be over. Once Suzie was finished, then Owen was the only one left. Tosh was a little embarrassed that she had been the first one to come, but that was so far down on her list of things to be concerned about regarding this situation that she dismissed it as soon as she thought of it.

Owen came in one last thrust, stuttering a little, his voice saying something about 'fucking tight,' and she lowered her head and swallowed a little, waiting for him to slide out, but he just cupped her breasts and leaned on her back, breathing heavily.

"Jesus," he muttered, placing one kiss on her shoulder blades, the only one he'd given her. "Jesus, Tosh."

She imagined that if anything positive might come out of this, Owen might look on her a little more kindly, maybe catch on to the hints that she laid about going on a date. Because it wasn't supposed to be like this—he'd seen her naked before, but that had been for medical reasons, or in the showers when they were more concerned with getting corrosive alien spit off them. She wished that once, just once, they could do this for real. She couldn't help but think that their first time wasn't supposed to be like this.

Owen slid out of her and she could right herself, fingers pressing her up. Her ribcage was sore, and she was going to have a bruise. She spared another inappropriate moment to thank god (or whomever she thought of as God) that she wasn't menstruating; she couldn't have imagined taking the time out of the rush of pheromones to remove a tampon.

Jack lowered Suzie to the floor of the shower and turned a nozzle on her so that it beat down on her back. Then he moved further down to a free spray and lathered himself up. Tosh could still see him frowning. "Owen, the next time I tell you not to touch something, no matter how medical it looks, no matter how shiny it is, don't fucking touch it." Jack rarely swore, and so Tosh understood that this was his code for how mad he was.

Owen's only response to that was a grunt, and then, "Wow," he said, soaping himself up and closing his eyes. Suzie was still sitting on the floor on the other side, but she was smiling and making eyes at Jack as if she had never seen him before.

"Yeah," Tosh echoed. She took the soap from the dispenser and rolled it in her hands.

Owen opened his eyes and shuddered. "That was mad. Let's never do that again."

Jack's eyes caught Tosh's, and she had to look away, because the last thing she wanted to see in them was what they told her.

Re: AMTDI Porn (but sad. You were warned.)

[51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com]

Awww, that is sad... but fantastic and realistic in every way, in every reaction after, as well.

Sexy and sad is quite a difficult combination, but one I really adore.

...and the bit about Jack's pill request! :)

Torchwood Gwen/Tosh 1 of 2

[(Anonymous)]

The night was dragging on. The steady patter of the rain on windbreaker hoods beat out a headache now, and the water still slid in just at the side and drenched the neckline of the shirt.

Gwen glanced up at the sky but the clouds were still thick and the rain was coming down hard. Jack was shouting something at Owen who shrugged, half a care, while he was testing the chemicals. Gwen wrapped her arms around herself, chanced a glance at her watch, then one at the SUV parked just behind her.

"Think they'll be done soon?" Tosh smiled at her briefly, then nodded at Jack and Owen hunched over, their heads together.

"Hope so," Gwen replied. "Where's Ianto?"

"He's making the calls."

In the SUV.

Gwen glanced around the trees around them. Lookout posts, that's almost like guarding the tape at her old job. She wrapped her arms tighter around herself and jumped up and down a few times, looking for something like warmth.

Tosh pulled out her PDA and typed in a few commands. Gwen looked over but couldn't decipher a thing. Rhys was waiting with supper. Gnocci. She chuckled, quieted to a smile when Tosh glanced over, nodded.

She'd been packing up to go home when the alarm came through. And now they were standing in the forest because a trace might be a trace to a Subzealian or might just be shrooms a few of the local kids had forgotten.

"Bloody freezing. Bloody Torchwood," Gwen muttered, wiped the rain off her face with the back of her hand.

Tosh stilled, gave Gwen a small smile, and got back to tapping on her tech geek tool.

Five more minutes, and Jack might not have bothered to- Something moved. Gwen's right went for her gun, the left to Tosh's arm for one touch of alert, then to her own earpiece.

"Jack, to the left of you in the trees."

Jack straightened, stiffened. "If it's a Subzealian it will react to movement. Think cat."

"Right, reassuring," Gwen replied, her voice catching on the rain. "What do you suggest I do, Jack? Wait until it goes away?"

"SUV."

"Will it-"

"It can't get in. It's fast, not clever. Which sounds a lot like-"

"Jack!" Gwen gestured and red eyes focused on her from the woods. "Shit!"

"SUV! Now!"

Gwen cut the connection, glanced at Tosh from the corner of her eyes. "On three, Tosh. One, two, three."

Gwen bolted, pulled Tosh along by the sleeve of her windbreaker. Behind them wood burst and a shadow moved just there. Two more steps, one more step, and Ianto had fumbled the door open, just almost-

Gwen stumbled over something on the ground and into Tosh, tumbling them both hard against the side of the SUV, face to face, smashing the door shut.

A roar, then nothing.

Torchwood Gwen/Tosh 2 of 2

[(Anonymous)]

Tosh's breath slipped over Gwen's cheek, the rain came down between them, tickled over Gwen's nose.

"Don't move," Gwen said under her breath, darted her eyes to the left and right.

Something moved behind her, heavy breaths.

Tosh curled her hand into Gwen's windbreaker, the tell-tale sound of fingernails on plastic material. Her eyes, wide, darting, just right there, her breath warm.

"Don't move," Gwen repeated, and like begging when whatever moved behind her brushed past close enough to her heel she felt the movement cold against her wet trousers.

"I can see it," Tosh whispered, and it brushed her lips against Gwen's, the smallest contact. "I can see it behind you."

"Don't move, please."

Gwen's knee was pressed between Tosh's and now when a minute bled into another the warmth of Tosh's body soaked through the layers of wet material, thigh to thigh. Ianto, frozen, stared at them through the SUV window. His breath fogged the glass.

The rain fell in headache patterns, thrumming, and Gwen's legs began to shake from the strain.

"It's still there," Tosh whispered.

The movement was no movement at all, lips brushing just within reach of a touch, out of reach for anything else, rain between them, and Tosh said something, but all Gwen felt were the lips moving against her own, warm, alive. She closed her eyes, and waited, with Tosh's hand pressed between their bodies, back of her knuckles against Gwen's chest, impossibly close.

Then a roar, draft of air.

"It's gone," Tosh mouth, her fingers uncurled. "It's gone."

Ianto propped the SUV door open and they tumbled inside, Gwen on top of Tosh and legs in a tangle, half on the forest floor, and the water soaked into her trousers from there now.

And the kiss, like an afterthought because Tosh's lips were right there and Ianto's fingers in her hair, along her back, checking for bruising or scrapes and Tosh's tongue in her mouth and alive, just alive. Gwen's fingers made that odd sound of hands on plastic when she brought her hand up between them, fumbled at Tosh's windbreaker and Tosh fumbled at hers, nervous laughter, surreality.

Gwen pulled away for a moment, breathing hard and the SUV door was still open behind her. Tosh shrugged, confused but smiling. Ianto brushed Gwen's hair behind her ear, and she leaned down and kissed Tosh again, slipped her hand into the windbreaker, into the warmth, slipped it under the shirt to Tosh's skin. A caress of fingers and thumb.

Tosh's heart was beating in her chest. Strong, right there, and good.

Torchwood Ianto/Gwen

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The first thing Gwen becomes aware of is pleasure. Intense and completely hedonistic, originating between her legs and spreading out throughout her entire body in little delightful currents.

Next, she becomes aware of sound. Moans – breathy, loud, uninhibited and hers.

But not just hers.

There are also the occasional grunt, and low, hoarse groans that sound nothing like Rhys.

She opens her eyes.

Ianto is beneath her. On his back, naked, eyes tightly shut and face drawn almost as if he’s in pain. She’s straddling him, moving up and down on his cock slowly, rhythmically. Ianto’s hands have a tight grip on her hips, and he thrusts up to meet her on every stroke. It feels bloody fantastic.

They’re in Jack’s office, behind the desk, and as she looks around, following the trail of discarded clothes across the floor, to try and understand how they ended up in this position, her eyes fall on a the small puddle and fragments of the broken pheromone spray bottle, right underneath the still-open safe.

Right.

Jack was away on a meeting, and they had a little accident.

As more senses start coming back, she realizes she can still smell the pheromone in the air, sweet and fruity. She remembers Owen’s explanation. “Human become desensitized after a prolonged exposure, and because some areas of the brain become desensitized before other areas, you actually regain control of your actions even as your body continues to demand sexual gratification. Talk about an exercise in self control.”

Gwen whimpers, then cries out as a particularly well-angled thrust sends her into another orgasm.

Fuck, they were in so much trouble.

When she recovers a little, she looks at clock on the wall. They’ve been at it for hours, but for some reason, probably due to even more pheromone side-effects, she’s not feeling the least bit sore.

Ianto’s movements inside her slow down a fraction, and as she looks down she finds him watching her, his eyes wide with returning clarity.

“I… Do you…?” he asks roughly.

His hips, like hers, seem to keep moving of their own volition.

She nods at him. “Don’t even think about stopping. I’ll bloody kill you if you do.”

Ianto makes a sudden move, rolling sideways and flipping their positions without ever disentangling their bodies. Now Gwen’s back is pressed against the cold floor, and Ianto runs his hand down the curve of her ass, along her thigh, to hook behind her right knee. He pulls her leg up, so her thigh is nearly pressed against her chest. His next thrust pushes him impossibly deep into her, and they both cry out at the sensation.

“Not stopping,” he manages to gasp out.

Gwen arches her back and moans loudly.

They were both going to hell.

---

This is sort of a prequel to my fic "Call it what you will" found here: http://marita-c.livejournal.com/19443.html

Re: Torchwood Ianto/Gwen

[andreth47.livejournal.com]

Well, this is kinda...boiling hot! Wow. Why didn't you include this in your fic, again? \0/

I love this from Gwen:
She nods at him. “Don’t even think about stopping. I’ll bloody kill you if you do.”

and Ianto's "Not stopping" in return. Yum.

Owen/Suzie, SUV, Part 1

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They said they were out getting it washed and waxed. The previous day, Owen had spilled an entire can of some energy drink on the bonnet, and it had eaten into Ianto's wax job, and the look he had got when they'd come back from the field had made him fear for his life when the coffee was set in front of him. His instincts had been proven right when, after eyeing the steaming cup, he'd stuttered out an offer to go get the car professionally cleaned, and Ianto had whisked the coffee off his desk, simply saying, "You don't want that. I'll get you a fresh one."

Jack had handed over the keys with a wry smile that either said, 'Smart move escaping the laxative coffee,' or 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do.' Perhaps both.

Anyway. Right. The car was sliding down the automated rollers, and the brushes were swiping the sides. Waves of foam rolled down the windows and Suzie's hand was in his pants, her fingers sinfully working his foreskin, her mouth attached to his in a manner that made him wonder just how many different simultaneous directions she could turn her spine. He had his hands under her shirt, but he had to pull back when she lowered her mouth to his crotch, her free hand twisting the undone seatbelt around and around her wrist as if she wanted to anchor herself there. The buckle finally stopped her, and he watched, a little fascinated, as her fingers asphyxiated into pink and then red while her tongue worked his cock, woah, tongue and a little teeth.

He wasn't sure just when he came, because both of his hands were wrapped in Suzie's hair when the car came out of the wash, and the steering wheel, which had recently been straight, was at an angle. As soon as the car left the conveyor, it began to listlessly roll to the left sharply, and Owen had to tug his hands back out of Suzie's hair just as she swallowed around his cock, the back of her tongue lathing the side in a way that made him wonder if she was also part cat.

The cat thing was a little creepy.

"Park it," she said when she came up for air, and then he was skidding the SUV into the spot farthest from the wash, farthest from anyone, and hiking up her skirt as she laid back against the bucket seat, pulling the recline lever. He crawled into the foot space, thinking that all this could have been easier it they would just move to the backseat, but when Suzie was in the mood, delaying was not a wise option.

He didn't even bother pulling down her knickers, just yanked with two fingers, pulling them aside from her crotch and burying his nose in it, smelling the wetness of her, soft curls brushing his chin when he lapped at her clit, tongue delving into her off and on, his other hand pressing and rubbing wherever his mouth wasn't at the moment. Suzie reached back with one arm and grabbed the headrest, her other petting him, purring, saying things like "oh god, slow down, no, wait, yeah, yeah there, oh Jesus, no. Oh right there, pet." One of her feet flipped over his shoulder and propped itself up on the dashboard.

He brought her off with his fingers, his tongue lazy, tip of it swirling about her clit, mouth clipping the labia in little grabs –he didn't like teeth nearly as much as she did—before pressing a few insincere kisses against her thighs and crawling back to his side of the front.

Owen/Suzie, SUV, Part 2

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"So, this thing we're doing," he said as they pulled out and away from the wash, clothing replaced, sitting side by side, buckled up, back windows down to air out the smell. If there was an odour, Jack would say something about it, and then they'd have to deny it, and Tosh would make moon eyes at them, and Ianto would hose the interior down in industrial air freshener, and Jesus, what a bother all that would be.

Suzie glanced away from him, out the window, her fingernails in her mouth. How there even were fingernails to bite anymore was beyond him. "What thing?"

He rolled his eyes. "This thing in which we find excuses to shag in the SUV. I can't keep offering to wash and detail the car."

Suzie shrugged and settled further back into her seat. "Then don't."

Owen watched her as they made their way back to the Hub, furtive glances that she had to know that he was doing. He was more bloody obvious than some teenaged girl, for god's sake. Not, in, well, in a romantic way, but fuck, Suzie was hot and cold. One minute shed got her fingers in his arse, and the next she was dousing him with a fire extinguisher. Not metaphorically speaking, of course.

"Torchwood has other cars," Suzie told him, her mouth quirking in a grin when she turned away from the window, one of her bitten down hands reaching for his on the gear shift. "We never use them. I'm sure they're all filthy."

Owen laughed, but it wasn't very confident; not even he was fooled.

END-O-RAMA

She "Flies" Alone, 1/2

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I swear this is my last one. I had to do all three prompts. This is less...porny.

***

Jack watched Ianto crawl up to Myfanwy's nest with the hesitancy of one who was sure they were about to be killed. He would have volunteered to do it himself, but Ianto was new, and according to Suzie and Owen, still being hazed as part of his initiation to Torchwood Three. Jack had hired Ianto in haste, without consulting any of them, and he wasn't about to be hazed by those two, for God's sake. He was the boss.

Besides, Emily and Alice had 'hazed' him plenty a hundred years ago, and not in the 'funny ha ha silly string' way.

Ianto was taking it well, too, the hazing, what with the plant with the sex pollen, and the hidden cache of rotting fish in the old percolator, and the one time Owen had left the parking break off the car too early while Ianto was still trying to get the jack out from under the SUV. Oh, and that thing with the 'Official Torchwood Teaboy' banner that they had hung in the Tourist Centre until Ianto had removed it and crisply and unruffledly pointed out that it was a gross breach of security. Jack had had to give them the lecture about SECRET FUCKING ORGANISATION, and then Owen had said something cheeky about the logo on the SUV and Jack had kicked them all out of the conference room except for Ianto (and Tosh, because Tosh was always okay), and the three of them had eaten lunch companionably while Suzie and Owen fumed down on the sofa, cartons of take away balanced on their knees.

Besides, it was a pterodactyl. Whatever.

The knocking noises had started after Myfanwy's feeding time yesterday, and they had been going on off and on, followed or coupled with screeching and guttural growls and howls all evening. They'd stopped when everyone went home for the night, but they had just started again after lunch today, and they were driving Suzie and Tosh batshit. Jack crossed his arms and watched Ianto's figure disappear into the cave-like hole that they'd decided would be the best place for her once they'd acclimated her to the Hub.

His wing tips were the last thing to go, and Jack glanced over to Owen as he sidled up next to him; they stared up at the cave, listening as the squeals and banging stopped, followed by what Jack could tell was Ianto's 'please-don't-kill-me-have-some-chocolate' song and dance, and then an even louder set of shrieks, some of which were suspiciously familiar. One of Ianto's arms shot out of the hole and waved a bit before pulling itself back in, and then Ianto's left leg came into view, groping for the ladder frantically, followed buy his right, and then, quickly, the rest of him. Ianto took the ladder two runs at a time and then slid down the sides for the last three.

"What the hell was that?" Jack asked. The screaming had subsided a little, and the knocking had resumed. It was something wooden, or something wood on metal, maybe. It was still very irritating. They had to do something about that, because it would soon drive him crazy too. After all, he lived here.

Ianto inched back to the grating over the pool, his left leg moving stiffly, as if it had been pulled. He looked relatively unharmed, if one didn't take into consideration his colouring.

Ianto was red. And as he stammered a little bit in response to Jack's question, jaw working in a fish-like rather clueless stunned gaping expression, it was hard to believe that he could get redder; but there it was, spreading up over the already pink cheeks, and his eyes blinked in rapid fire, as if he was trying to process disturbing information quickly so as to get past it as rapidly as possible. Jack knew that feeling, though he usually experienced it when flipping through telly channels.

Re: She "Flies" Alone, 2/2

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"She—" Ianto glanced back at the cave, his hands spread in a universal shrug. "Well, she…she's fine," he finished. Then he went about tidying Tosh's workspace, despite that it was pretty much spotless. Whatever he'd seen had unnerved him.

"She was what?" Owen asked, leaning on the railing. "Was she wanking or something?"

Jack watched Ianto freeze and knew that they'd hit the jackpot. "The dinosaur is masturbating up there?" he asked, feeling the grin on his face.

Owen scoffed. "Naw. Birds don't masturbate."

"Yes they do," Suzie said as she breezed by with her welding gear, not stopping to chat. Jack admired her work ethic, but really, a wanking dinosaur? This deserved a moment's consideration. Well, maybe a second's.

Owen raised his brows and Ianto continued to clear things from Tosh's desk that Tosh was probably going to miss when she got back from the toilet. Like her mouse.

"Colour me surprised," Owen admitted, his face scrunching in distaste.

Jack left his perch on the catwalk and eased his way over to the ladder that led to Myfanwy's nest.

"Oi!" Owen called. "Keep your hands to yourself, Harkness! She's a lady!"

He smiled. "One, I'm just curious. Two, there are some things even I won't do. Three, no one with table manners like hers is a lady."

Something smacked him in the back of the head and he barely had time to turn around and fumble it from the air before he almost dropped it in the tower pool. It was a bar of Cadbury Milk. He waved it at Ianto suspiciously.

"Is this from my office?"

Ianto shrugged. "We've run out, sir. I think you'll find that your chances of getting out of there alive are better if you have it. Sacrifice," he added, "for the good of the Empire?"

Jack sighed and pocketed the bar. No one cared about his serotonin levels…

He climbed up the last few rungs softly, listening to the squeals and thumping that seemed so much more filthy now that he knew what was going on up there. His head finally gave him a view of what was going on in the giant dinosaur cave.

"Wow."

Regrowth, Jack/Ianto, NC-17

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Andreth47 asked me to post this here, and I firmly believe in more porn for more people, so here it is.

http://enemyfrigate.livejournal.com/18567.html?view=101767#t101767

Re: Regrowth, Jack/Ianto, NC-17

[51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com]

This is great. Super story! (Commented there.) :)

Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2A

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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.

Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B

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Owen and Tosh were picking up the pace in the front seat after their marathon kisses; at least Tosh had her trousers and lacy thong off now. Owen had pressed her up against the dashboard, her feet barely touching the passenger seat as Owen’s tongue sneaked almost lazily inside her, brushing her clit and pulling away, teasing, licking. She finally reached out and gripped his hair in her fingers. “Enough, I’m ready!”

Owen smirked back at her. “Yes, ma’am.” But his hands were gentle as he pulled her back into his lap and she straddled his hips, his expression strangely solemn as she guided his cock inside her, his lips exceedingly tender as she kissed him and they began to grind together.

Gwen glanced at them from the backseat. It reminded her of none of her times with Owen, and she turned her attention back to Ianto. He was still inside her, and she was still sopping wet. “Ianto?” She ran a hand up his arm. “Could we…? Please?”

His blue eyes crinkled into a smile, and he kissed her in answer. His lips trailed down her neck as he pulled out of her, but before she had time to protest the loss, she could feel his fingers moving inside. She let out a low moan that suddenly became high-pitched as he took her left nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped delicately along the tender nerve endings and Gwen heels dug hard into the back seat. Ianto’s fingers slick and assured, stimulating her clit while at the same time he tongued her nipple, brought her off into a second orgasm faster than she thought humanly possible. She whited out for a moment that lasted what seemed like hours, and focused back on Ianto. He had moved on to her right nipple, his fingers still twisting inside of her. She had never been so wet in her life. It must be the alien mist, she thought dazedly, because damn if I’m not going to come again.

Ianto’s tongue swirled around the nipple, his teeth just barely grazing. Gwen’s breath came in short, desperate pants, and she reached up over her head to hang onto the door handle as Ianto gave a particularly sharp bite to her nipple and his fingers spread inside her. She came with a shriek, and she could just dimly make out Ianto rocking back onto his heels with a satisfied expression on his face. She could hear Tosh moaning out Owen’s name from the front seat as she came and Owen’s answering mewling gasps. He was close.

Gwen focused on Ianto, his back against the door across from her. He was half hard again, but didn’t seem worried about it as he watched Tosh and Owen. Gwen pushed herself up onto her elbows and slid onto the floor of the SUV. Her fingers crawled up Ianto’s ankles, his calves, his thighs and he was all focused on her now. She stroked his cock a few times, making him harder, before she delicately drew him into her mouth. She knew her mouth wasn’t as big as Jack’s, and she might not (all right didn’t) have as much experience, but she sucked with gusto and he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Her fingers tickled his balls and her teeth nipped lightly. She drew back slightly and swirled her tongue around the head, before swallowing him down. She was vaguely aware of Owen coming in the front seat as Ianto came in her mouth. It dribbled down her chin and she grabbed the nearest article of clothing (Owen’s t-shirt) and wiped it off her. She was starting to get very sleepy. Tosh and Owen were already asleep in the front seat as Ianto pulled her up to stretch out in the back seat on top of him.

“I have the oddest feeling we won’t remember this,” he murmured into her hair, “but for what it’s worth, I had a really good time. Excellent team building experience.”

She smiled as she fell asleep.

Torchwood, Ianto/hand, Jack/Ianto

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Ianto sits in the backseat of the SUV. He tries to drown out the conversation between Gwen and Jack in the front seat. Today’s mission hadn’t gone well with three civilians dead and a huge cleanup operation which faced many complications. He just wants to go home to a nice warm bed and if he’s lucky a warm male body lying next to him.

He smiles at the image of Jack planting butterfly kisses along his jaw line while a hand snakes down towards his balls, cupping them causing Ianto to yell out pleasantly in his mind. The lips begin to move down his neck, biting so often into the skin. Even if it’s in his mind it feels so real as he sits there silent yet trying not to scream.

He unzips his trousers and takes his cock into his hand. The images become stronger in his mind as he starts to stroke his cock. Unconsciously he starts to moan as lips start to lick the honey off his chest, his imagination dirtier than he thinks. A certain kink he wants to explore one day with Jack but had never brought it up.

He keeps going unaware that Jack and Gwen could probably hear him up front. He doesn’t care as he getting close to coming. The moaning gets louder as he feels Jack’s tongue teasing the tip of his penis, sending him into a hypnotic state, a place he desperately wants to be. As Jack’s mouth starts to suck he starts to scream but this time it isn’t just inside his head.

“Are you alright?” Gwen asks popping her head around. Ianto quickly takes his hand out of his trousers.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Ianto says going a little red in the cheeks.

Jack quietly smiles to himself, an idea of a game of naked hide and seeks pops into his mind.

It was going to be a great night.

Re: Torchwood, Ianto/hand, Jack/Ianto

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Oooh! So very hot!!!

Torchwood, Ianto(/Lisa), solo sex: Loneliness

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[A/N: thanks to andreth and 51stcentury, I committed my first porn. Is sad.]
--

It was nothing more than a fantasy, now. It would never be reality any more. Ianto knew that. He'd known that ever since they thrown him into this cell.

It was strange, that even as he barely had an appetite any more, he still had a sex drive. It was cruel, too, that he still thought of Lisa as she had been -- beautiful, alive -- even though he wanted to forget.

His hand was inside his overall, slick with saliva and pre-come, the only slippery substances he had. He had nothing else, here. Not even his privacy. He knew that somewhere, someone was watching him do this.

He remembered her, under his body, slick with sweat, her skin gleaming as she arched up to meet his thrusts. His hand sped up, working his cock, as he recalled her warm, moist body clenching around him.

He squeezed his eyes shut against the tear that threatened. He whispered her name into the twilight of the concrete cell. He was close, now, and he pulled his dick out of his trousers. Clean clothes he only got once every two days, so he'd learned to be tidy.

A few more strokes, and he came with her name on his lips, and a sob in his throat.

He would never see her again. They killed her when they found him trying to move her out of the city, and thrown him in this cell. He had no more rights. He was less than a citizen. But he didn't care.

She was dead.

Re: Torchwood, Ianto(/Lisa), solo sex: Loneliness

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Aww, I love sad angsty pr0n, especially when it's as beautifully written as this is.

Torchwood, Clothes Make the Woman, Tosh/Gwen

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I'm not sure about this, but here goes. Please give me concrit in the comments. I've had this scenario in mind for awhile, but thanks to AMTDI, now there's a deus ex machina to get these characters together.

She grips the rough slate cloth of the coat as it drapes them, a makeshift tent. Smooth silky strands of black slink across her cheek, catch on her nose. Her breath comes quick and harsh against the slender neck, skin stretched thin and delicate, tendons protruding, as Tosh arches into the labour of fucking her. Yes, there, the taut surface hitting her clit just so, banging her relentlessly...and oh yes, YES! Christ. Fine beads of sweat gather on the other woman’s brow. The coat is hot, after all, made to withstand Northern European mud, gale force winds and high altitudes.

***
Gwen had come into the Hub late that afternoon, knackered from a day of running around Cardiff after a non-existent alien, just a garbage truck leaving mysterious droppings. She needed to check on a few things before going home for the night.

Tosh was up in Jack’s office. Gwen could see her dark silhouette against the soft light from the desk lamp. No sign of Jack. Tosh looked down into the Hub but quickly turned away when she saw Gwen. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled in consternation briefly before she busied herself at her desk, trying to find the items she needed before heading home.

She was only there for a few moments. Before leaving, she glanced up at the office again, wondering why Tosh hadn’t come out or said anything to her. She could see the reflection of some unusual lights blinking on the wall of the office and Tosh’s dark shape moving furtively around the room.

As Gwen started up the stairs to investigate, Tosh appeared at the door of the office. She was wearing Jack’s coat. Now Gwen truly was unnerved. Where was Jack? Tosh seemed taller than usual, more imposing. Perhaps it was the effect of the coat, even though it dwarfed her petite figure. It was slightly mesmerizing.

Tosh crooked her mouth in a lopsided grin, hands thrust nonchalantly into the coat’s pockets. “Gwen,” she drawled, the vowels spreading out in a vaguely suggestive manner. Gwen just stood there, mouth agape, something about Tosh’s stance and manner rendering her paralyzed and mute.

Tosh leaned against the door frame and cocked her hip, the coat undulating behind her. “Watcha doin’?” She licked her lips, delicate pink tongue slowly tracing a mouth darkened with ruby lipstick. “Wanna come play? I found some interesting toys.” She tossed her head in the direction of the interior of Jack’s office, a lascivious expression on her face.

Gwen stood there, flustered, while her brain scrambled to make some sense of this...new...Tosh. Instead, she found herself simply staring, her feet moving of their own up the stairs towards the other woman.

When she reached the top, Gwen stopped in front of Tosh, eyes wide and heart hammering. Tosh gave her a long look, taking her in from head to toe.

“Nice boots. The jacket’s a good look for you too.” Tosh spun on her heel and sauntered back into the office, coat tails swaying. “I like a woman in tight black leather.” She looked back over her shoulder and winked.

Gwen continued to stand in the doorway, transfixed, wondering idly what kind of shape her hair was in and whether she’d reapplied any makeup that day. She nervously reached a hand up to smooth down her hair. She looked around the office; definitely no Jack.

Tosh leaned back against the desk and spread out her legs boldly. The copious wool folds of the coat – Jack's coat - hung like curtains between her outstretched limbs, covering her down to her ankles. “Come here.”

Re: Torchwood, Clothes Make the Woman, Tosh/Gwen (part 2)

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Sporting a deer-in-the-headlights expression, Gwen slowly came toward Tosh, feeling strangely dissociated from her own willpower.

“Unbutton the coat.” There was a definite air of command.

It was then that Gwen noticed the coat was fully buttoned up, brass buttons gleaming enticingly. Tosh’s hair was curling up at the collar, her eyes full of some kind of promise. Or threat. It wasn’t clear. Gwen’s fingers suddenly itched to feel the smooth metal discs. She reached up and undid one button, looking at Tosh, whose mouth settled into a knowing smirk even as her eyes remained watchful. Then a second button. And a third. Tosh’s mouth curved up a bit more at the edges.

All the buttons were undone.

“Go ahead. Open the coat.” Tosh’s eyes darkened; her smile showed a glint of white. “You know you want to.”

Gwen pulled open the coat and gasped slightly. Tosh was naked, her skin gleaming in contrast to the rough texture of the coat. Save for something long and hard and smooth that protruded from the lower part of the coat. Gwen’s eye followed along its length, then looked back up at Tosh questioningly.

In answer, Tosh grabbed her hips and pulled her forward roughly, smashing her mouth against Gwen’s until she gave way and let her tongue slip in. Tosh’s sweet, pretty mouth, smearing ruby red lipstick over Gwen’s naked lips. Gwen felt like she was being pulled into a riptide with her arms bound. She couldn’t do a thing but go along for the ride.

“I told you there were toys,” Tosh murmured against her lips before nipping the lower one with abandon. She pushed her crotch up into Gwen’s and rolled the shaft over it. All of Gwen’s attention was pulled to that hardness thrust up between them, her nipples alert and sensitive, her vagina moist and warm. She clutched at Tosh’s hips, feeling the supple texture of the leather strap as it slid over the other woman’s satiny skin.

She ran her hands up under the coat, Jack’s coat, gliding up over Tosh’s breasts, fingers ghosting her nipples, tweaking them as they tightened. Tosh pushed and shoved at Gwen’s trousers until they fell to her ankles, puddling at the black boots Tosh had admired. The leather of Gwen’s jacket creaked as the two women pawed and groped, Tosh’s mouth suckling Gwen’s nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, Gwen sinking her teeth into the pulse point in Tosh’s lovely neck.

Tosh shoved Gwen, turning her around as they kissed once more, backing Gwen up onto the desk, the hard phallus grinding against her pussy. Her shoulders hit the desk with a thump, but Gwen was unaware of any discomfort, as she greedily lifted her legs up under the coat to wrap them around Tosh’s back. Tosh sank the thick member into her, pushing it up into her clit, and smiling in satisfaction at Gwen’s cry of pleasure.

***

Jack took the stairs two at a time and bounded into his office. Stopping for a moment to enjoy the tempting tableau of the two women blissed out and unaware on the desk, he ran over to a shelf, grabbed a device and pushed a few buttons. Lights flashed briefly.

He shrugged off the leather jacket he’d worn as camouflage to investigate a possible trade in alien hardware at a leather night at a local club. He wasn’t surprised Tosh had found the device. He also knew Gwen was on her way back to the Hub. But he’d missed the whole damn show.

The two women were stirring, the mass of dark hair differentiating into two heads. Gwen was clearly embarrassed. Tosh looked befuddled, but was coming back to herself. She wrapped herself tightly in the coat once she realized her state and the thing that was jutting out from her crotch. Gwen hurriedly pulled up her trousers, not without a last wistful glance at the bulge at Tosh’s groin.

Jack stood leaning against the shelf, quite amused with the situation. “Kerakullian mind shifter. Emits synthetic hormones designed to emulate the last person who held it. I don’t suppose you ladies would care for a repeat, would you?”

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, AMTDI/SUV: Not What You Expected, part I

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It happened about three months after Ianto started work at Torchwood Three.

"A feyldorian? Really?" There was a gleam in Jack's eye as he spoke that made Ianto pause in his way across the hub. "A live one?" Jack continued, still speaking to Tosh.

She nodded. "In Bute Park."

"Better get it out of there," Jack said. There was something... gleeful about his expression, as if this alien staying on the loose would have comedic rather than disastrous consequences.

Jack turned to Owen. "Owen, you're--"

And Owen chose that moment to sneeze and cough as if he were hacking up a lung.

"Better not," Jack said. "We want to capture the feyldorian, not create a virus that would--" He stopped, frowned to himself for a moment, and continued, "Never mind. Ianto!"

"Sir," Ianto said, coming to attention.

"Field trip for you. Good practice. With me." Jack turned without waiting for a reply and went to retrieve something from his office.

Ianto thought about objecting, decided it wouldn't be wise, and went to fetch his and Jack's coats.

--

"Just don't touch their skin," Jack said, and sent him off into the shrubbery.

Ianto tried to grab it by the collar when he'd finally cornered the alien. It feinted, ducked to the left, and Ianto grabbed hold of its arm as it tried to push past him. It was only after he'd stunned the six foot, green skinned beast that he realised its outfit didn't have sleeves, and Ianto's hands were coated with a thin film of an oily substance that made his skin tingle.

When he contacted Jack, the captain just said, "Better get over here."

Jack helped him lift the alien into the boot, and Ianto asked, a little nervously, "Is it poisonous, sir?"

Jack shut the car door. "Not as such. Let me see. How much contact did you have?"

Ianto held out his hands and was disconcerted to see they were tinged purple. Jack took his right wrist and studied the splotches.

Ianto's pulse spiked at the touch, and a wave of something swept through him. He felt dizzy, reeling a little, and then the wave of desire followed. He shuddered, momentarily perplexed, as Jack's thumb found the inside of his wrist and pressed down to feel his heartbeat.

"Not fatal as such," Jack said, smiling a little, "but certainly dangerous if you don't know the antidote. You're feeling it, aren't you?"

"Yes," Ianto gasped, because the lust wasn't letting up, and he was getting hard, and Jack was close, still touching him, and he was quickly losing the ability to think clearly.

Jack smiled again, just a small frown appearing on his forehead, and Ianto wanted to snog him until both those expressions disappeared. He swallowed, squashing the impulse. "What's the antidote?" he forced out.

Jack stilled. "Basically, well, sex."

Ianto stared at him.

"Ianto, this is your decision. I mean, I can let you deal with things yourself. It's not ideal, because this chemical is broken down more effectively by oxytocin, so it's better if there's two of us... but I don't want--"

It was too overwhelming. All his ingrained restraint was shrinking to a small voice in the back of his head, and Jack was in front of him, warm and present. So Ianto surged forward, pressed Jack up against the SUV, and kissed Jack hard until Jack kissed back.

He needed skin. He needed contact. He pushed Jack's coat off his shoulders, and kissed from Jack's mouth down to his chin as his fingers scrabbled to find the buttons on Jack's shirt.

"Oh, yeah," Jack breathed somewhere near his ear. His fingers curled around Ianto's bicep and squeezed hard. "Easy, Ianto."

Jack's fingers dug hard into his skin before Ianto understood through the fog that Jack wanted his attention. He managed to pull away a little. Jack looked at him. "Good thing we parked in a secluded spot, hmm?"

Re: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, AMTDI/SUV: Not What You Expected, part II

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Useless information, so Ianto surged forward again, but Jack held him off with a hand on his chest. "Easy. How do you want this?"

Ianto couldn't think. Vaguely, he understood he needed to make his mouth form words to achieve the images in his brain. "You. Bonnet. Trousers down."

Jack stared, licked his lips, and giggled. "Okay." He grabbed the greatcoat and dug in its pockets, coming up with a condom and lube. "Use them."

Ianto blinked unsteadily at him.

"Use them," Jack repeated sternly. "Ianto?"

"Yeah. Okay," Ianto managed.

Jack pulled them alongside the car to the bonnet, turned, and unfastened his trousers. Ianto stared as Jack shoved trousers and underwear down. Then he grabbed Jack's hips and pulled him back hard, kissing the back of his neck.

"Ianto."

Trying to make the last sane remnant of his mind focus, he forced out, "Yes, I know." He opened the lube and coated his fingers, pushing inside Jack without preamble, and he could feel Jack flinch. Some part of him was mortified at his actions, but he couldn't seem to care. He pressed his face against Jack's head and mumbled, "Sorry."

Jack reached back, finding Ianto's hip and patting it awkwardly. "Okay."

Ianto's fingers shook as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He put on the condom, and he was so hard that nearly hurt. Jack's hand was still stroking his hip clumsily, but Ianto ignored the contact and instead pressed into Jack's body. He closed his eyes. Finally.

The red haze cleared a little, and Ianto was momentarily aware. "Jack," he gasped, feeling his face flush. "Fuck. Shit. What am I doing?"

Jack's fingers squeezed his flank. "It's okay. I'm okay. Don't worry."

The clarity of mind didn't last, and he pressed Jack down against the bonnet and thrust into him as the fog returned. Jack made a noise that was almost pornographic, and Ianto felt lightheaded with it all, feeling Jack's body against him, around him, in front of him, as he moved in and out of Jack's body.

Jack's shirt was sticking to his back, but Ianto stopped feeling his own body, everything reduced to one point of contact, himself inside Jack, the world around him gone. His orgasm ripped through him without warning, his vision clouded over, and that was it.

--

When he came to, they were both dressed. Awareness, unfogged this time, rushed back and Ianto floundered for something to say, feeling himself colour.

"Here," Jack said, kneeling by his side, holding out a bottle of water.

Ianto drank unsteadily and avoided Jack's eyes. "Sir..." he finally managed.

"Don't think about it," Jack replied. He put his hand on Ianto's shoulder, and Ianto tried not to flinch. "This is Torchwood. It happens. Best not to overthink it much."

This never happened in London, Ianto thought, but didn't say.

Jack smiled at him, kindly. "Are you ready to go back?"

Ianto stood on unsteadily legs, straightened his tie, and replied, "Yes, sir."

Torchwood, Tosh/Ianto, 1/2

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(Not porn, sorry)

Seven minutes to leave the park, thirty to Merthyr Tydfil just along the park's south border, another forty to the Hub. Ianto stares at the SUV's floorboards for the seven minutes and lifts his gaze to glance at the non-park side of the window, the occasional passing car, until Merthyr Tydfil's ghosting coal city scape would turn them south and away. Stuck in the middle between Gwen and Tosh, Owen ranting furiously in the front seat and Jack driving, it was still too long to count the seconds, but every tap of his foot to the floorboards brought them a little further away, and how fucked was it that he was looking forward to stepping back into the Hub, embracing the windowless walls of that particular prison as a sanctuary.

He chances a look at Gwen, her face pressed to the window and staring at the park as if she can laser its monsters like pop-up hens or aliens in a cheap video game when they shoot up behind bushes. 100 jingling points, congratulations.

His body is one throbbing ache, and when the pain slides up his neck to the base of his skull, a laugh stuck in his throat, too hysterical when he thinks he sees computer animation monsters in the countryside, he turns to look the other way for the drab Welsh countryside, with your run-of-the-mill alien to shoot and not humans with your own eyes and your own lips and speaking your language like you were supposed to understand them.

"Should've put them against a wall and shot them all," Owen muttered, fist hitting the dashboard.

Jack catches Ianto's gaze in the rear view mirror, then turns back to face the road, mutters something under his breath to Owen who turns around to them, stares at Ianto, stares at Tosh, and turns back to the front, face tight.

Tosh is picking at her jeans, staring at the side of the road or nothing.

"Okay?" Ianto asks, the you swallowed by a hoarse throat and nerves and something like mock bravery because none of them can afford to break down.

Tosh nods. "Are you?"

Ianto swallows a thought and nods.

Tosh's smile catches on the bruises down the side of his body, the dried blood in his hair he hasn't quite cleaned off, and on the shared memories that are flickering in the back of his head, shared sensations, shared terror. Her smiles falters, her eyes wide, but a lorry drives past on the other side of the road with the low thump of compressed air and breaks the moment. She closes her lips and nods.

Ianto stares down at the floorboards between his knees, cuddles his secrets close to his heart to make sure it's only him who burns. Jack will want a report, meticulous details, and he can do details.

She died, you shot her

He can do details, and the bruise catches on a movement and he stares out the window past Tosh. He can do details and he can do secrets.

Torchwood, Tosh/Ianto, 2/2

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"I spy," he whispers, clears his throat. Tosh's hair hangs into her face. She brushes it back behind her ear, lingers in the gesture, eyes flickering. "I spy something with my little eye and the color is white."

Tosh ripples her forehead, shakes her head, then looks out of the window. A herd of sheep are staring dumbly back at them from across the road, fenced in, happy maybe. "Sheep?" she says.

Ianto smiles. "Your turn."

Tosh takes a breath, begins to shake her head then shrugs, looks around them. "I spy something with my little eye and the color is... red."

Ianto reaches up to the side of his face, the taped wound on his forehead.

Tosh averts her eyes. "Sorry."

Ianto nods, stares at his knees again, then out through the window at Gwen's side where the hills are sloping in the distance. Gwen has her eyes closed. He tries to close his, but the darkness curls his fingers into the thin denim of his thighs and he forces them open again.

"Okay?" Tosh asks.

Ianto nods.

"I'm sorry," Tosh repeats. "I just needed to get-"

Ianto uncurls his fingers from his thigh and slides them across to Tosh's. Meaty and uncouth and foreign, his fingers splay across her leg, like dead meat, and he has to move them to show they are alive. He brushes his thumb back and forth across the denim.

"I'm sorry," Tosh repeats, and her fingers covers his, the brush of warmth on his skin.

Something rolls his stomach, and he turns his head, his lips pressed to her jacket because he isn't the man who cries into someone's neck like a lost toddler. That one contact of lips to leather to-

She curls her fingers into his and for a moment, almost there, he'd be on his knees begging for kiss, begging for something to show they are okay, but she turns her face and looks out through the window, and his lips are left with the fabric of her jacket, her fingers sweaty where they meet his.

"I would have done the same," he whispers and tightens his fingers around hers.

She looks at him in the reflection of the window. He looks back at her steadily, blurrily when another car passes. He can do details and secrets and lies.

"I spy with my little eye a wild beast in a dark cavern with techgeek stuff underneath a great tower," Ianto says.

"Home," Tosh says.

They are turning South in Merthyr Tydfil, another forty minutes, and his foot beats out the seconds on the floorboards while every moment leaves the park further behind.

They don't carry it inside. After all, he is good with lies.

Doctor Who, Yvonne Hartman/Lisa Hallett, AMTDI: I'm Sorry, I Have a Boyfriend

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[Blame used_songs. It's all her fault!]
--
Lisa gasped at the fingers inside of her body, at the thumb that was rocking over her clit. "We should stop," she whispered hoarsely. "Something's wrong, something's--"

The other woman nodded as she slid her other hand over Lisa's breast and nuzzled her neck. "Yes," she mumbled against Lisa's skin. "Yes, something is-- oh, god."

Lisa didn't know why she had her hand down Ms. Hartman's skirt, or why she'd let Ms. Hartman slide her fingers into Lisa's panties. She shouldn't be doing this with her boss, and Lisa was in a relationship, for god's sake. "Do that again," she demanded nonetheless, her entire body thrumming with a need for release.

Yvonne Hartman obliged her. Her long hair was sticking to her face in places, her blouse half unbuttoned. Lisa felt waves of pleasure course through her body, leaving her breathing hard and incoherent. She slid her own fingers inside Ms. Hartman's body, finding her moist and wet and clenching around Lisa's hand. She found her clit, and captured the moan that her actions produced in a kiss.

She had to break away for air when she felt her own orgasm building, cresting and pushing her over in long shuddering waves. When she recovered Yvonne was rubbing against Lisa's still thumb, and Lisa starting moving her hand again, her body shuddering with every moan Ms. Hartman made. Yvonne came with a hard gasp, pulsing around Lisa's fingers, and Lisa dropped her head on the other woman's shoulder.

They came apart after a while, and the high was dying down. Lisa felt her face heat as Ms. Hartman reached for tissues, and they both wiped their slick fingers.

"Ehm," said Lisa, trying to meet the woman's eyes without flinching.

"I think something went wrong in the laboratory next door," Ms. Hartman said with a short smile.

"Yes," Lisa agreed stupidly, and wondered what she'd tell her boyfriend. Then she looked up and saw Yvonne Hartman, her boss, and knew Ianto was the least of her problems. "Ehm... I'm sorry?"

"Don't apologise," Ms. Hartman said expansively. "Accidents happen, Lisa. It is Lisa, isn't it?"

Lisa nodded blankly. "Yes."

"We'll call it teambuilding. Good for morale." Ms. Hartman straightened herself, brushed down her skirt, and buttoned up her blouse. She brushed fingers through her hair, ruffled it a bit, and looked like she had when she'd come into the room.

Lisa tried to mimic her actions, but still felt like she'd just come in her knickers.

Ms. Hartman paused at the door. "Oh, Lisa?"

Lisa fought the trembling of her legs as she remained standing. "Yes?"

"I meant to tell you before -- all this. Good work on that new payroll system." And she sashayed out of Lisa Hallett's office as if nothing had ever happened. Lisa, instead, fell into her chair, exhausted and shaking.

Re: Doctor Who, Yvonne Hartman/Lisa Hallett, AMTDI: I'm Sorry, I Have a Boyfriend

[used_songs]

"We'll call it teambuilding. Good for morale."

Hahahahaha! She learned that line from Jack, didn't she? This is wonderful!

Torchwood: Ianto/Tosh (AMTDI, SUV) 1/2

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Jack places the lead-lined black box on Tosh's desk and makes a face as he drops a piece of rotting turkey in with a set of tongs.

"This thing is attracted... to meat, Jack?" she asks.

"Yeah. And it's cornered. Put this in the room, pull back and observe from a distance - and when it's in the box cover it and seal it very carefully."

"Is it that dangerous?" Ianto asks.

"It won't kill you," Jack replies, "but... just seal the box, all right? Toshiko, take Ianto with you."

As billed, the alien form - a small quadriped with an alarming number of eyes - slithers into the box almost as soon as it senses the bait.

Ianto rushes in, drops the lid on the container and bundles it into the back of the SUV as Tosh calms the freaked-out owner of the music shop with gentle words and a Starbucks triple-mocha latte laced with Retcon.

"Hold on," Tosh says, her hand on Ianto's sleeve, when they return to the alley where they'd parked. "I've noticed something odd." She clambers into the backseat of the SUV and punches a command into the touchscreen interface. "Give me a hand, will you?"

Obligingly, Ianto gets into the backseat and shuts the door. Tosh motions for him to hold the screen steady as she makes adjustments. As he leans in, he catches the scent of her perfume and inhales. She smells of sweet pears and... flowers, perhaps. His gaze skips along her profile to study the fine line of her jaw.

And then a sound - a hiss from the back of the vehicle- competes with the beeps Tosh is calling forth from the touchscreen.

"Sounds angry," he says, before he hears Tosh cough and his vision swims - a miasma of golden lights. Ianto loses his grip on the screen and leans backward, grabbing Tosh from behind as he does and pulling her away from the interface.

"What- " she begins, and her voice sounds as if she is very far away.

His hands grasps her hips, eyes on the straight seam bisecting her bottom, close enough to count each machine-made stitch in the grey gabardine, he suddenly wants to... press his lips to the fabric, so he does. Her spine straightens and he can hear her intake of breath.

"Ianto?"

And then she is spinning in his arms and slipping beneath him, hands sliding up his chest and her lips seeking his as their legs tangle against the cool leather of the seat. She is kissing him and he is desperate to kiss her back and it's suddenly so perfect so good so warm and he feels as if his chest will burst unless-

His palm slips hard and fast along her thigh and beneath fabric to find warmth and his fingers loop beneath a scrap of silk and tear it away, plunge inside. Oh God, it's Tosh. Tosh... he thinks - and she's so wet and the taste of her tongue is delicious and she's pulling... pulling at his belt, both hands intent on their task until he is free and they're wrapping around him and he lifts his head and moans.

"Tosh. I want..."

"Yes. Yesyesyes," comes her harsh whisper in reply as her thumb rolls softly against the tip of his cock and he gasps, pushes the skirt up further and pulls her hips roughly upward as he pushes inside and oh... yes. This. This is heaven and the air is golden, like fairy dust, he thinks with wonder, as they begin to move in rhythm.

"Feels... so good," she murmurs as her hand twists around his tie and she pulls him to her to seal her lips to his again, right before she shifts her hips and tightens her muscles and he groans and speeds in response, falling into the sensation like he's tipping off a cliff as she drops her head back and bares the fine skin of her throat and tumbles after.

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And as quickly as that, the air is clear again. The interior of the SUV is dark and the only light is the blue sheen from the faulty screen and a sliver of halogen from a street lamp at the end of the alley as they're left blinking and panting, still locked together.

"Oh my God," Tosh says, and she moves away and pulls down her wrinkled skirt. "It must have been the..." she continues and their voices overlap: "I'm so sorry," he says, as he looks down at himself and stifles a highly inappropriate laugh before tucking and buckling. Unsure where to point his gaze he finally glances at her but she looks away, clears her throat.

"Back, then?" she asks, as she reaches to pluck a damp scrap of blue silk wedged into the crack of the leather seat next to the cool metal jumble of keys. "Can you drive?"

"Yup," he says, as he takes the keys from her hand without touching her and they move to the front seats.



"When its trapped, it emits an aphrodisiac. It's a defence mechanism; if its predators are... occupied, it can escape."

"Thanks so much for the warning, Jack," Tosh snaps, but her eyes soften as they meet Ianto's over Jack's shoulder.

"I told you to seal the box."

"Why didn't you say anything about an airtight seal?" Ianto asks, exasperated.

Jack slams the box into the freezer, then turns and folds his arms, looks at both of them in turn.

"Why didn't you just get out of the car?"

1/3

[(Anonymous)]

It started as solo sexing, but then just wouldn't stop!

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They could almost be related, Jack thinks—dark heads almost of a level when they're both kneeling at his feet, upturned faces and wide, rapt eyes. Brother and sister, yes, the thought of it sends another stab of lust up through Jack's body and down as well, making his toes curl. He squeezes his cock gently, tightening the muscles of his thighs and relaxing them again, drawing his knees up and letting his legs fall a little further apart, to free a tent of empty space below the sheet to give himself more room.

They wouldn't be able to take their eyes off his cock, once Jack brought it to their attention, held it right there, close enough for the breath puffing out of their open mouths to caress it. He'd pull his foreskin back, gently, revealing the swollen red head to them (exposed to the cool air now he wants to touch it, but waits); shiny and wet, he'd rub it against Gwen's helpfully pouting lips, slicking them with his precome (he strokes his thumb over the head of his cock—softly, softly—trying to replicate the yielding tenderness of her mouth but revelling in the wet that clings to his skin all the same).

One hand curled around his cock, one hand at the back of Ianto's neck; Jack would guide Ianto forward but Ianto would need little encouragement, eyes half-lidded and colour high in his cheeks, he'd lean forward to kiss the precome from Gwen's lips. A filthy kiss, more tongue outside their mouths than in, open and on display for him and their faces tilted just so he could slide his cock into it. (Jack curls two of his fingers and his thumb around the base of his cock, pressing the heel of his hand firmly against his pubic bone then pushing forward against it anyway, imagining--)

Brother and sister, maybe even twins with their red mouths striving for each other around his cock, wetting the tight, hot skin of it, tongues lapping against it or darting over and under it, seeking each other out. Ianto reaching up to hold Jack's cock instead, his grasp tight like he's doing it more to anchor himself than please Jack, though that thought is pleasing in itself. It would free Jack's hands to cradle both their heads, lightly, enough to hold them in place but be able to feel them move as well. (Jack reaches down to cup his balls in his free hand, squeeze and roll them between his fingers and try not to thrust as if his cock's not just waving in the air; then he gentles the touch to faint strokes; Gwen's fingers would be cooler, more delicate than his.)

Gwen would make noise, Jack's sure of it, probably involuntary little verbalisations of pleasure interspersing the deliciously wet sounds of their mouths savouring Jack's cock. Ianto would be huffing hard out through his nose, striving for oxygen to feed his lust-addled brain and not willing to free his mouth to do so. Gwen's noise would turn to a whimper, then, because Ianto would be touching her as well—always a multitasker to a ridiculous degree (Jack's arse clenches distractingly around nothing)--hand on Gwen's breast, thumb pressing her nipple in, rubbing a generous pinch of flesh between thumb and knuckle.

Gwen's tits, yes, gloriously bare or maybe not quite—maybe, maybe pushed up and spilling over the bronzed leather brassiere that does little else but strap around the bottom of her breasts and force them up, overflowing into Ianto's hands. And Gwen, tilting her head back, mouth red and shiny and open, free of Jack's cock when she moans, leaving it free for Ianto's hand to tighten, stroke up and down (Jack rocks his hips up into his sliding grip), and Gwen rising up, pushing her chest out and cupping her own breast, tugging it forward and presenting it for Ianto to rub the tip of Jack's cock against the hard nipple--

Jack can't help but moan aloud himself, feeling the pulse of precome and pressing his thumb against the dripping slit of his cock. He rubs back and forth and the sensations suddenly ratchet up in intensity to the extent that he's drawn right out of the fantasy, just a mindless animal for a moment as he pistons his hips up helplessly, bed creaking beneath him.


[continued]

2/3

[(Anonymous)]

[ sorry, cannot thread properly when anon comments are screened ]

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The tension of the sheet pulled across his knees slackens as Ianto rolls over next to him, and Jack swears as the cotton brushes the tip of his cock like silk and sandpaper; he curls his fist over it protectively.

Ianto's breath is humid and unavoidably present against the cap of Jack's shoulder; he flexes his bicep and feels the sweat in his underarms tug and prickle the skin there.

“Jack,” Ianto mumbles. “What--” And Jack can feel the sudden tightening of the body pressed against his side as Ianto comes awake more fully. The muscles on Jack's belly snap taut as Ianto trails his hand down Jack's flank; then Ianto's fingers are wrapping around Jack's on his cock, blood slow from sleep so touch a little cooler where it settles in the gaps between Jack's fingers.

Jack moves his hand again, more deliberate and considered this time, guiding Ianto into the weight and measure of his cock as if getting him up to speed. Ianto groans, uninhibited in lethargy, and Jack feels the beginnings of Ianto's own erection pressed against his hip with a flex of Ianto's own. Ianto keeps the movement of their hands going even when Jack stops; a slow, steady wanking that Jack complements with a rhythmic tugging on his balls.

“What're you thinking about,” Ianto mumbles against his skin.

Jack sniggers and moans at the same time, fantasy and reality colliding viscerally in the sudden jolt of recollection—fantasy Ianto with the dedication of his eager, red mouth and the Ianto here, now; hot skin pressed all against Jack's side and arm heavy across Jack's belly, faint funk of his sleepy breath puffing over Jack's chin.

“You and Gwen,” Jack says breathlessly, squeezing his eyes shut and thinking of Ianto's fingers kneading and pulling at Gwen's tits. “Sucking. Licking me.” Worshipping, more like, their eyes drunk with devotion, bodies open and so fucking willing. He squeezes Ianto's hand around his cock suggestively.

Ianto laughs a little breathlessly, then turns his head and nuzzles across Jack's bare, heaving chest until his teeth find a nipple. Jack's half-expecting him to keep going, drag his sleep-loose mouth down and close it over Jack's cock, claiming the shiny, wet head as his prize where Gwen can't in absentia.

But Ianto keeps talking instead. “Just sucking?” he murmurs in between licks to Jack's nipple, hard point of it rasping against the fine-grained texture of his tongue.

“Well,” Jack prevaricates, utterly failing at nonchalant as Ianto drapes himself further over his chest, corrugated enamel of his closed teeth dragging over the tip of Jack's other nipple, held between Ianto's lips. “She does have amazing tits.”

Ianto grins up a him, hair sleep-tousled and stubbly chin grinding into Jack's pec. He squeezes Jack's hand around his cock one last time in a distinct keep going gesture before bringing his hand up to Jack's chest, fondling the nipple his mouth's just left, just an step away from rough with the tender flesh; then he licks again, wetting his own fingers against Jack's chest.

“That's all?” he asks, then reaches down again, nudging Jack's wrist out of the way as his hand moves past Jack's cock, past his balls to rub his two wet fingers against Jack's arsehole. “She'd let you fuck her, you know.”

The muscles in Jack's groin cramp tightly and he splays his legs wider, giving Ianto more room to move. “Well, I hadn't got quite that far yet before you interrupted me.”

“Interrupted?” Ianto's disbelieving smirk is positively wicked, as is the way his fingertips are still circling Jack's opening, as if testing the tightness of the muscle. It's yielding, still, as if hopeful for Ianto's cock again; Ianto's deliberately forceless contact now makes it contract, grasping at his fingertips. Jack pulls at his cock, a deep tremble of anticipation leaving his hips tilted at a more welcoming angle.

“Well what do you think, then,” Jack says, striving for a verbal goading as well but just coming out breathless, not even a question.


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3/3

[(Anonymous)]

“I think she'd let you fuck her however you liked,” Ianto murmurs into his skin, fingers circling a little firmer now, and Jack pushes out, trying to encourage him inward. Ianto bites down, taking a mouthful of the tender flesh near Jack's underarm. “Perhaps even while I was fucking her.” His fingers push into Jack's arse, coupled with his words abruptly immensely more suggestive than it was moments before.

The stretch isn't much with only two of Ianto's fingers, but the way he flexes them tumbles heat through Jack's core, making his cock throb, suddenly sweat-slick in his grip. A grip that he tightens because Ianto's words are far too suggestive to ignore; fuck, Gwen, shuddering and moaning helplessly between them, Jack's cock in her arse and Ianto's in her cunt. Jack's hand on his own cock now is tight enough to mirror the pressure he imagines, and the solid heat of Ianto's cock through the barrier of Gwen's flesh so present that with his eyes closed he can almost believe it's happening.

Ianto's fingers curl, pressing relentlessly against Jack's prostate and he replicates the touch with his thumb, rubbing firmly against Jack's perineum, stimulating from inside and out and Jack feels like he's being shocked with a live wire, set alight even with the sudden flush of heat flashing through him. His cock, swollen and heavy in his fist, is like an iron bar taken out of a fire. When Ianto tightens his obscene grip on Jack's body Jack comes, eyes screwed shut and sucking in air through his clenched teeth, ears ringing as the input from body (Ianto's fingers in him, Ianto's body adhered with sweat to his side, Ianto's cock hot against his hip) and mind (Gwen writhing with their bodies crashing against her from either side, riding their cocks and yelling, clenching) juggernauting into the hot splash of his come onto his own fist, his belly.

Jack gasps helplessly as if the orgasm's forced all the oxygen out of his body as well, ears ringing and vision flashing white behind his closed eyelids, hand still cradling his cock as if protectively. Ianto withdraws his fingers, dried spit pulling at the sensitive flesh but only for a moment because Ianto's dragging his hands through the come on Jack's belly, scooping it up and smearing it against Jack's tender arsehole, pressing it in with his fingers. Jack moans, tries to open his eyes; the ceiling reels above him.

“Yeah?” Ianto rasps, bed creaking and rocking Jack's limp body as Ianto kneels around.

Jack nods and tips his head back, unable to stop a lazy, appreciative grin as Ianto teases the head of his cock against Jack's arsehole before pushing into its clutching heat again. Delicious, filthy Ianto with spit and lube and come gliding his cock against the tender ring of Jack's arse, fucked raw already tonight but Jack's not about to turn down a spot of post-orgasmic, languorous missionary.



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“Well what do you think, then,” Jack says, striving for a verbal goading as well but just coming out breathless, not even a question.

I think this was hotter than an extremely hot thing. Magma, perhaps?

And now I'd love to read your other fic, anon. All of it! :)

Torchwood: Andy/SUV: Part One

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Andy was coming to regret his offer to take P.C. Smith's night shift. It was bloody cold out here. Even with gloves his fingers ached, and his breath curled around his face as he walked up the empty street. He didn’t like this route, he decided, quite glad he no longer had to work the night shifts.

But it wasn't only the cold and the empty night crowding in that made him wish he were anywhere but here. Dilwyn’s beat depressed him. Litter clogged the kerbs, sidewalks cracked by the insidious invasion of determined weeds, empty shops, some of which were boarded up, others starkly empty. This was a neighborhood in serious decline. He felt sorry for anyone who lived here. Felt sorry for Dilwyn who, as a first-year rookie, was stuck with this territory.

Not a soul in sight. Not a sound except off in the distance where people apparently preferred to be, in a warm pub sharing a pint and a laugh and a song. Where he would have been if not for his momentary insanity. Not that he regretted helping out a mate, especially given his first kid had decided on a surprise appearance in his dad's first half hour on his shift. It'd been the right thing to do.

"Thank you, thank you Andy! I'm a dad!" He'd wrapped Andy up in a bear hug, nearly lifting Andy from his feet before dropping him back to the floor. "The shift's easy, I promise. Nothing ever happens on my shift." He'd clapped Andy hard on the shoulder. "Just don't fall asleep!" He'd hugged Andy again. "I'm a dad!"

Andy chuckled to himself as he stepped off the kerb and crossed the street. He stifled a yawn, wishing something, anything, would happen to break the monotony. His wish was granted seconds later when a car passed, radio blaring and window down. In a moment it turned the corner and was gone, and he was alone again.

He hoped that wouldn't be the highlight to his night.

Though he had Dilwyn's hurried instructions regarding his usual walking path stuffed in his pocket, Andy found himself ambling along, swinging his baton, just letting his steps take him where they wanted. Not like anyone was in dire need of his assistance. Dilwyn hadn't been joking when he said his shift might put him to sleep. He yawned again.

Following the car's path, he turned the corner onto yet another deserted street. Except, however, for a large black car with blue lights above the back window and on the right front panel sitting just outside a street lamp's pool of light. If the car was turned on, he couldn't hear it.

What was a posh car like that doing in a place like this?

He stopped, frowned. Looked around, saw no one. Crossing the street, baton stilled now, he approached the car. Black, big, looked like a Range Rover, but...not. He stepped into the pool of light, folded his arms across his chest and stared at it. He walked around the vehicle, waiting for its occupant to acknowledge his presence, but to his surprise, on closer inspection there didn't seem to be anyone in it.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, looking around. "Stupid."

Though nothing apparently happened around here, it didn't mean nothing would. If he had a car like this, he certainly wouldn't leave it here. Especially not with the engine running.

Andy clipped his baton to his belt and contemplated the vehicle. It was nice. He'd never been this close to a Range Rover before. Not the usual car for a bloke like him. His fingers itched to touch it. But, a car like this was no doubt rigged with fancy alarms. He wondered what it would be like inside, started to reach for the door handle, dropped his hand.

He walked back to the rear of the vehicle, his fingers clenching for that one touch, to see what it felt like. Which of course was ridiculous. It was just a car, and... Andy frowned. Vaguely familiar. The dark windows, fancy blue lights, and... He hunkered down to look closer at the license plate. Definitely not the average license plate. Government maybe? Where had he seen it before?

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Then he remembered. Two weeks before, he and Gwen had driven up on what they thought was an accident. A truck had driven off the side of the road. Bystanders stood gaping, an ambulance arrived at the scene. Other cops were already there, so they started to bypass the incident when a black car--this black car, had roared up the street, skidding to an expert stop mere inches from the ambulance.

Andy had stopped their car, and with a glance at Gwen, rolled down the window. Seconds later some bloke in a grey coat got out on the driver's side, and started strutting about, barking in a commanding voice.

"Who does he think he is?" Gwen asked.

Andy had just shrugged, as a tall woman with long brown hair and another bloke got out of the car and followed. Seconds later, as they watched, everyone, including the ambulance, had gone except for the last arrivals.

The grey coat turned and saw them, stared at them for a moment. With one gesture of his hand, he motioned them to drive on. They did so, but as they'd passed that black car, Andy remembered shaking his head in admiration.

"What a beauty," Andy had said, making Gwen laugh.

"You and cars. Maybe someday you'll get one of those, Andy."

"Not bloody likely on a P.C.'s salary."

"Maybe you can ask them if you can sit in it," she teased. "Honk the horn."

"Shut up, Gwen." But he'd laughed too.

But, he'd really liked that car. Curious enough about it to look it up on the internet. Range Rover. Leather interior. Posh. He bet it drove as if the ground were a cloud. Just the thought owning one of those someday made him excited. Embarrassingly so. He'd certainly never told Gwen that. The next day, she told him the mystery people were Torchwood. She then was warned not to ask anything else. They'd both thought that strange, but had shrugged it off. They had enough to worry about on their shift, which was definitely nothing like this one.

And now, here it was. Right in front of him, empty, no one around, just sitting here. He pushed himself up, touching the vehicle. Panicked, he waited for its alarms to go off...nothing.

He let his breath out in a shaky swoosh. Whoever owned this hadn't locked it? Stupid!

He swallowed, blinked. Looked around, still no one. And he could touch it. His pulse raced with excitement. The Torchwood car right here! He stared at it for a moment, breath coming out in little puffs into the cold night air. He wished it were open. Just to sit inside for a moment, get warm...if the owner came, he could lecture him on his stupidity, give him a ticket and go away. Sometimes being a P.C. had its advantages.

He touched the door handle. Curled his fingers around it, and pulled. The door popped open. His heart violently skipped a beat.

"Shit." Wide-eyed, he looked around again. No one, nothing, and here he was, touching the Torchwood vehicle, opening its door and it tantalized him, he could smell it, the leather, the mystery... He nearly moaned, his fucking cock stiffened, and he thought if someone offed him right then he'd die a happy man.

He slid inside. Closed the door, gasping with excitement. He was inside! Andy couldn't believe it. He shifted, his trousers suddenly unbelievably tight. He had a hard-on for a car! But this wasn't just any car, he thought as he stroked the seat beneath him.

Placing his hands on the steering wheel, he quickly took off his gloves, placed his hands back. He closed his eyes as flesh met leather, took a deep breath as the richness of its scent went straight to his groin. He dropped his left hand to his crotch, and squeezed. And the seat, leather too, and unbelievable. He wanted to sink into it, wallow in the bliss. Shit he thought, his face heating but it wasn't like anyone was around, right?

Opening his eyes, he glided his hand over the dashboard, caught now by the posh instrument panel. There were things on there he'd never seen before. He'd never imagined--what were these things? He rubbed his cock, aching now, but he couldn't help touching the computer in wonder. A full computer? In a car? Who were these people?

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Here's my first entry ever! See what you previous posters have driven me to.

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The night is cold, even for Cardiff, and Andy wonders how Ianto can be comfortable in nothing but a suit. His regulation jacket is less than adequate, and if it had been anyone other than Ianto, he’d have told them to jog on.

“Where’s Mulder?” Andy finds himself asking, as though he’s a naughty schoolboy checking the teacher’s not going to find him.

“Not here,” Ianto replies, and that’s good enough for Andy.

Ianto is leaning against the door, arms folded and legs crossed at the ankles. Andy wants to rip them apart and thrust himself in the gap. But he doesn’t.

“You look cold,” Ianto observes, eyes roaming over Andy’s shivering form. It rained earlier, and Andy still hasn’t completely dried off. He nods at Ianto, and the other Welshman smiles pityingly.

“Let me warm you up,” Ianto says, and somehow the bastard takes the filthy connotations out of it. But that’s okay, because Ianto has sealed his lips over his.

Their interludes have never been tender and loving; more about the primal urge to fuck, to revel in life and its sensations. This is no different, Andy thinks, as Ianto’s tongue forces entry into his mouth, the only place that’s warm. Ianto’s tongue is dancing with his, refusing to be caught, and Andy smiles into their kiss. This is how it always is.

Ianto doesn’t seem to need to breathe, but Andy does, and he breaks the kiss long enough to gulp oxygen into his deprived lungs and open the door to the backseats. Ianto understands and falls backwards, shoulders hitting the leather seats. He shimmies back, hips moving in such a way that Andy has to fight not to come at the sight. Climbing in is difficult, but he manages. Ianto lets out an undignified mewl as Andy disengages their lips to pull the door shut behind him. As he turns back to face the Torchwood operative, he finds himself divested of jacket, tie and shirt and pushed down onto the seats. Ianto’s in charge now.

Ianto’s long, delicate fingers make undoing his belt buckle and pulling down his zip an artform, and Andy can’t help but lick his lips in anticipation. The younger man strips him, slowly and tantalisingly and so teasingly Andy is rock-hard by the time he’s naked.

Ianto had never been one for waiting around with him, and so he’s ready for the hot sensation of Ianto taking him into his mouth. The warmth engulfing him is so tempting to thrust up into, but Ianto’s hands, splayed on his hips, keep him down. The younger man starts an erratic rhythm, teeth grazing ever so slightly on the sensitive skin. Andy’s head tips back, mouth open, as he loses himself in the feeling of soft lips on soft skin.

It only takes a few minutes, but by then Andy’s begging for release. Ianto’s mouth, wicked as it was, speeds up, eliciting a long, low moan from Andy’s open mouth. And then Ianto takes him all the way in and hums and Andy can’t help but let go. His cum is released in spurts, only the first in Ianto’s mouth. As Andy floats back into reality, he becomes aware of his nakedness. Ianto has his back to him.

“I’ll let you get dressed,” he says curtly, voice void of any emotion. Andy struggles into his wet clothes as quickly as he can, grimacing at the clammy feeling. He notices the white stain he’s left behind, and feels guilty for not bringing tissues.

“I’m sorry,” he says, gesturing to the smear. Ianto smiles briefly at him.

“I can clean it. I’m used to it.”

Andy has the strangest urge to hug him, but quashes it; that’s not what their ‘thing’ is about. Ianto gets out of the car and Andy follows, careful not to smudge the white stain. There’s a moment of awkward silence as the two men stand beside the SUV, unsure of how to say goodbye to this tryst. Then, on impulse, Andy leans forwards, and kisses Ianto’s cheek.

“Try not to die,” he offers, as a parting statement.

“I’ll do my best,” Ianto agrees, climbing into the SUV. Andy half-smiles, then turns and walks away, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Ianto doesn’t look back.

[andreth47.livejournal.com]

Heh, we have deflowered yet another porn battle virgin!

Lovely...I especially liked their parting words. And this:

Ianto’s in charge now.

Is always a Good Thing.

[into-officeboys.livejournal.com]

Amazing what happens when Andy gets cold...LOL! Sweet! And your first? First comment porn or first posted TW fic? Same here. (go Andy!)

[cookiesofkarma.livejournal.com]

First comment porn. There's loads of fic floating around at my journal. Normally I just watch these things and enjoy the porn. And Andy is the best!