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WHERE: Torchwood New Moore
WHEN: Saturday, April 28th
WHO: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones
WHAT: Jack does his job and Ianto tries to make him not.. do that.
WARNINGS: It's Jack and Ianto. It's probably gonna get steamy. Just on the safe side, nsfw.

Despite the beaches and the lovely weather, and even lovelier locals, the Time Agent known as Jack Harkness was busy at work when there was a perfectly good vacationing spot just nearby. Upon arriving, he'd picked up many fragments of evidence on his vortex manipulator that suggested the presence of time travelers here on the island, and in a surprising amount as well. Scans had suggested one of them would be easier to track down and arrest than the other two, though that could have potential in of itself. But no, for now, fun would have to wait.

He tracked the lone traveler, having spoken with him a bit, to an odd building. It was a large warehouse with a weird little coffee shoppe attached to it that he had been led to. There was evidence of the man everywhere in the shoppe, but nowhere was he to be found. The trail of evidence sprawled into another room, which, while locked, was easily taken care of with a few careful maneuvers with his vortex manipulator. With his sonic blaster at the ready, Jack pushed into the warehouse with ease and stealth, looking about carefully for him.

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Oh. Oh fuck that was-

Ianto's head tipped back with a moan, already wavering slightly with his desire. He rocked forward into Jack's hand, his neck exposed for the time agent in a brief moment of vulnerability and it was really such a shame he was going to have to restrain those talented hands in a moment. His breath hitched at the light suckling of his neck and he had to shift to stifle the whine threatening to escape. No. That would not do.

"Hardly f-fair." He groaned, pleasure making his voice drop lower, his tone shifting to something almost breathless and needy and oh, he'd forgotten how good Jack made this. "You seeing mine." Another husky groan. "While you're still dressed. I think you should fix that." Because undressing Jack with one hand would take too long and then he would start to get suspicious.

Now there was an idea. Jack's lips curled into a playful sort of smirk at the notion. "Well, if you want to see it," Jack released Ianto with a playful little tease of his finger and rose to his feet, "I want to hear you ask nicely." Jack looked down at Ianto sideways, swaying his body a little. His hands came up to playfully tug at his shirt and work it off of his muscular shoulders and slide down his arms.

This was getting fun. Jack liked this little game a lot, and he was keen to continue playing it until either one of them lost their control and took over. "Do I get a please? A cute nickname?" He turned around to face the desk, exposing his well-sculpted back inch-by-inch, all while letting his hips dance. Nothing wrong with a little show. "I don't like it when people are rude to me."

"Is wanting to see what you have hiding under your clothes, rude?" Ianto sounded almost amused, though it did not completely come across. No. Watching this show was getting to him a bit too strongly to even hope to pull his eyes away. Of course Jack was going to make him nearly beg. Some things never changed.

He wet his lips, eyes following the exposure of skin. Jack might enjoy this game, but Ianto had been away from Jack, from what Jack could do to him with a look and a few words, for too long. His desires were closing in on his rationality and he was going to have to get Jack in the handcuffs very soon. Luckily he had a plan for that.

His eyes never leaving Jack, he rested the hand holding the handcuffs on the computer chair, letting his grip hide the cuffs and make it look like he was using the chair for balance. His free hand drifted to his own cock, hard and aching between his legs, and gave it a slow stroke, letting another moan fall from his lips.

He was already making plenty of sacrifices for this cause, so he worked himself back to breathy, husky words and let the please rush past his lips like a breeze between trees. "Please, Jack. I want to feel your bare skin beneath my fingers." And there was something already close to desperate in that request. As if he needed Jack's skin like he needed oxygen.

There we go. That was nice. He gave a satisfied little sound when he got exactly what he was asking for. And in such an adorable accent, too. What was that, anyway? Whatever it was, it was very nice. Jack looked over his shoulder at Ianto, his smile growing when he liked what he saw. "What, this?" he asked, taking a moment to fiddle with his trousers and then sliding them down off his hips, exposing his firm backside to Ianto. He shrugged and nodded back behind himself, keeping a sharp eye on Ianto's movements, eager to see what he was going to do next.

"Well, go ahead," he teased, "touch it. Can't say I've gotten many complaints about it..." Jack laughed a little and cast off his shirt and bending over the desk like some sort of calendar pin-up. "Not scared, are you?"

That invitation was not one he could resist. Ianto slid the chair with him, letting the wheels roll smoothly across the floor. For a moment there was something far too familiar and tender in the way his free hand slid up Jack's back to his shoulder. More so in the way his lips lightly ghosted across warm, solid skin just below his shoulder blade. And Ianto treasured it. The slow and soft and sensual.

In an instant it switched, and with the element of surprise and suddenness only to truly aid him, Ianto pulled Jack backwards off the desk, shoving him into the chair as he spun it to face him.

He leaned in, still gripping the chair tight, his free hand on Jack's chest and his lips pushing forward in a bruising kiss. Rough, insistent, and unyielding.

Edited 2012-06-16 06:59 (UTC)

Jack allowed his eyes slide closed at the touch of lips against his back and let a soft sigh leave his lungs. It was nice to have him participating again. But then, there was movement. Very sudden movement and Jack found himself in the chair, where Ianto had been just moments ago. He would have been lying if he said that it wasn't exciting enough to get his blood pumping and put a smile on his face in the few seconds before his lips were claimed by a hungry kiss. One of his arms lifted to wrap around Ianto's neck and draw him closer. This was getting to be more and more fun by the moment.

The other hand dragged its nails across Ianto's chest and down to the hardened length he'd been tending to before. He was prepared to do just about anything to be able to feel him in his lips and hear his cries of ecstasy. Then maybe they could have a calm discussion about how to get Ianto home.

How naive Jack was.

Very naive. But that was working well for Ianto. The kiss lasted for considerably longer than he meant to let it and then Ianto's hand was sliding up Jack's arm. Maneuvering it to where he needed it with slow movements and long, caressing strokes as his lips trailed across Jack's chin, down the side of his neck, traced his collarbone. It was such a shame he wouldn't get to feel those lips wrapped around his cock.

Ianto kissed one of Jack's nipples and then bit the nub sharply, soothing the skin with his tongue. It took a bit of careful coordination, but he managed to get the cuffs open and then he was rocking his hips into Jack's, forcing the sensitive and heated skin of both their cocks to slide against one another as he made quick work of locking Jack's wrists behind his back through the chair arms.

Now the time agent was his, and he wasn't going anywhere Ianto didn't want him to.

Jack only protested a little when Ianto pulled his arm away from him, but ultimately, he made up for the lack of touching him with a fierceness in his kiss that was soon diluted when Ianto began kissing his neck and chest.

When Ianto's teeth bit down, Jack let out a surprisingly loud, and genuinely surprised cry, followed by a frustrated groan. "You... are a very cruel man. Very, very cruel." And that was when Ianto pushed himself against Jack, making Jack arch off the chair to get more contact. He didn't even mind his arms being pushed behind him or the click of the cuffs that signified his capture. He just needed more and more of this wonderful stranger. He said they'd meet in Jack's future... and frankly, he couldn't wait.

When his mind cleared a little, Jack tested his new restraints and chuckled, grinning at Ianto while also trying to catch his breath. "That's how you like to play?"

Edited 2012-07-12 07:41 (UTC)

Jack was caught, trapped in the chair that a future version of himself likely half considered home. Ianto could have left right then and Jack would not have been able to do a thing to stop it. But Ianto couldn't pretend he didn't have some very obvious feelings for the time agent, and right now those feelings were making themselves known in physically uncomfortable ways.

He twisted the chair, pushing the back of it against the desk to keep it from rolling around. Then his lips found Jack's again and his fingers wrapped around the man's cock, letting his fingers dance along sensitive skin with a ghost of heated breaths against his lips.

"You've barely seen how I like to play, Harkness." If this was going to be his chance to have one last thing with his ex-lover before he helped destroy the world as he knew it, he was going to make it a memory that counted.

The sudden view change catches Jack off guard, but he's certainly not going to fight it at all. Especially not when he has such a tasty morsel crawling all over him. "Then show me," he says in a dusky voice. He pushes his hips up into the hand fondling him, his own lips seeking out those ones that like to play chase, sucking his lip, biting into it gently and tugging. The restraints keeping his hands together are already driving him mad, longing to touch everything on him that he can reach, and even parts he can't.

Even while being restrained, he's a particularly active lover, pulling away from the back of the chair and trailing from those lips, down his chin and to his gorgeous neck. His lips stop over Ianto's pulse, biting carefully and sucking at it briefly. "You can't just leave me hanging like this... Not when you taste this damn good."

Ianto knew Jack. He knew every place to let his fingers linger, how hard or fast to go, when to twist his wrist. He knew Jack in ways only a lover could and he was using that knowledge now. His lips and teeth finding the places that sent shivers up and down Jack's spine. His hand stroking in an unpredictable pace. letting his moans slip out low and strained against Jack's skin like he was desperate. It didn't take a lot of effort to pretend. All it took was memory.

"No one's leaving you hanging, Jack." He smirked, squeezing his hand before giving it another stroke. "You won't be forgetting me any time soon after tonight. Not for a long, long time. But you'll have plenty of that."

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