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TWFanFic: Quixote [Jack/Ianto]

Title: Quixote
Author: CS_WhiteWolf
Rating(s): R/18-Rated.
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones.
Warning(s): Sexual Situations.
Word Count: 1599.
Summary: Unbetad. Set during 1.09 Random Shoes. Just what did Jack and Ianto get up to whilst Gwen was off gallivanting around Wales?
 
Dedication: Written for gregsanderslove who used her WIP mind-control powers to make me write this. Like I needed the influence! ;)
 
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Ianto was sifting through and tidying away the papers Jack had left scattered about his desk. The build up had been growing for the past week as the team neglected to finalise the paperwork on Suzie's second demise. The accumulation of handwritten notes and computer printouts had gotten so bad that Ianto bemoaned any serious attempt at completing the reports, never mind the cataloguing and filing of them.
 
"I've given Gwen the weekend," Jack's voice came from the doorway and Ianto finished straightening the pile of folders he'd been in the middle of before turning to observe Jack who was leaning, arms crossed, against the doorframe.
 
"Very good, sir," Ianto commented, watching as Jack's face split into a rather wide smile.
 
"I've also given Owen and Tosh the weekend off." Jack said, watching as Ianto raised an eyebrow at the information. "I thought they could use it after everything that's been happening."
 
Ianto nodded his head, moving back to lean against Jack's desk, his gaze still more than a little enquiring as he waited for an elaboration.
 
"I thought we could use some time off too."
 
"Oh did you now, sir?" Ianto asked, manoeuvring himself up onto the half-tidied desk and crossing his legs at the ankle. He cocked his head a little and surveyed Jack, seeing the look of hunger that sparked in the Captain's eyes as he used his left hand to unbutton his suit jacket.
 
Jack nodded his head, pushing away from the doorframe and stalking over towards Ianto who was smiling somewhat cheekily at him as he reached up to loosen his tie just so.
 
"And how do you propose we spend this time, sir?" Ianto asked, uncrossing his legs and allowing Jack to spread them wide, his large hands gripping at Ianto's knees as he stepped between the V of Ianto's legs.
 
Jack ran his hands upwards, trailing them steadily up Ianto's thighs till his fingers were not-so-innocently brushing over Ianto's crotch. Ianto licked at his lips, a shake taking over his fingers as he undid the first two buttons of his shirt.
 
"I'm sure we can think of a few things to occupy our time," Jack answered with a grin, rubbing one hand purposefully over Ianto's crotch. He watched the bob of Ianto's Adam's apple as the young Welshman swallowed heavily, his tongue flicking out to wet at his lips once more; knuckles whitening as they moved to grip the edge of the desk.
 
“Will there be any need of the stopwatch today, sir?” Ianto asked, clearing his throat.
 
Jack ran his hands back down Ianto’s thighs, dipping them to grip just behind Ianto’s knees as he pulled the Welshman to the edge of the desk, pressing them flush together.
 
“I can’t think of a need for it right now, Ianto,” Jack answered, “But then you seem to have more practice with it than I do.”
 
Ianto flexed his fingers, moving his hands back across the desk to hold himself propped upwards as Jack slid one hand round to hold at the small of his back and leant in press a touch of a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
 
Ianto breathed out softly, his breath warm and inviting against Jack’s lips as he smiled into the gesture before Jack moved to the other side of Ianto’s mouth and pressing another small kiss to the side.
 
Jack pulled away just slightly to meet Ianto’s eyes, seeing the way they shone playfully back at him as Ianto chewed teasingly upon his bottom lip, reddening and plumping it in anticipation of Jack finally leaning in to kiss him more fully upon the mouth.
 
“The stopwatch?” Jack asked, moving his face closer and pressing the slightest of kisses to the tip of Ianto’s nose, loving the way the young Welshman blushed at the gesture, dropping his head in slight embarrassment onto to look up once more through the dark smudge of his eyelashes as Jack nudged his chin upwards and into a kiss.
 
Just the simple press of lips against lips as they moved slowly, tenderly together.
 
“I don’t think we need the stopwatch, Jack.” Ianto whispered against his mouth as they pulled apart and Jack smiled before leaning in for their next kiss, which proved to be more heated than the first.
 
Jack’s tongue slipped into Ianto’s mouth about the same time he slid his hand over Ianto’s groin, his palm sliding slowly over Ianto’s half-hardened length and enjoying the quiet whimper Ianto gave him as Jack gently pressed his hand into a rub, moving his palm back and forth in a languid rhythm as he encouraged Ianto’s cock to full hardness.
 
His other hand he rubbed in soothing circles over Ianto’s lower back, encouraging the little thrusts Ianto hips made as he continued to fondle him through the fabric of his pants.
 
They broke their second kiss with gasps for air, Ianto’s head falling backwards as Jack moved in to ravish his neck with bites and kisses, nudging at the collar of Ianto’s shirt to better suckle at the junction of neck and shoulder.
 
“Mmm,” Ianto moaned, lifting a hand to hold at the back of Jack’s head, threading his fingers through the Captain’s dark lock as he bared his throat to nips and the beginnings of hickey as Jack sucked at his flushed skin.
 
“I think,” Ianto began, still lifting his hips to meet with the pressure of Jack’s hand, “That we’re wearing far too many clothes right now, sir.”
 
Jack made an incoherent noise against his neck, finishing his suckling for the moment before looking up with a grin.
 
“I couldn’t agree more,” Jack answered, his hand stilling against Ianto’s groin and rising to the fastenings. Ianto whimpered at the loss of contact, biting at his lips to keep from moaning further about it as he reached his own hands up to touch at Jack’s braces. He slipped his fingers easily beneath the supports and toyed momentarily with the thought of using them to jerk Jack towards him and into another kiss.
 
“I thought we were getting you out of this new and obscenely expensive suit of yours, Ianto?” Jack’s said and Ianto looked up, meeting Jack’s eyes in a look that clearly said he hadn’t expected Jack to notice he was wearing a ‘new and obscenely expensive suit’.
 
“Oh I always notice these things, Ianto,” Jack answered without having to be asked, his fingers unzipping Ianto’s pants and pulling them open with ease.
 
Ianto said nothing, though he was smiling, as he unhooked his fingers and ran his hands down Jack’s chest, following the trace of his braces down to the waistband of his trousers. His fingers were just as nimble as Jack’s were when it came to undoing the fastenings on his trousers.
 
Jack ran a hand through Ianto’s hair, moving down to curl a hand round the back of Ianto’s neck, bringing their heads together once more as Jack brought his mouth to Ianto’s ear.
 
“You’ve cut your hair too, Ianto,” Jack said and Ianto snorted against Jack’s jaw.
 
“You’re holding yourself more confidently than you ever have before.” Jack continued and Ianto shifted on the desk, his hands stilling just as he’d was about to tug down Jack’s zipper.
 
“Shut up, Jack.” Ianto tried for a laugh, nudging at Jack’s cheek with his nose till Jack moved away from his ear to look him directly in the eye. Jack saw the barely disguised insecurity in Ianto’s gaze despite the lopsided smile the Welshman gave him.
 
He grinned at Ianto, leaning in to peck at his lips. “Clearly all this sex you’ve been getting is good for you.”
 
Ianto smacked at him for that and Jack laughed, pleased to see the humour on Ianto’s face in regards to his comment.
 
“All this sex you’ve been getting seems to be making you rather cocky yourself.” Ianto retorted, jerking the zip of Jack’s trousers down and noting not for the first time that Jack had gone commando. Ianto raised an eyebrow at the Captain, his breath hitching as Jack slipped his hand beneath the band of Ianto’s own pants and wrapped his strong fingers around his cock without so much as a hesitation.
 
“That’s the point of it all, isn’t it?” Jack asked and Ianto could only nod, his mouth falling open in a gasp as Jack gave him a swift stroke before pulling his hand away.
 
“This is not the time for teasing,” Ianto implored, finally unhooking Jack’s braces and slipping them off his shoulders before tugging his trousers over his hips, watching as they fell to a rumpled heap about his ankles.
 
“That’s a pity,” Jack moved his hands to grab at both Ianto’s trousers and his pants, urging the younger man to lift his lips so that Jack could pull them down.
 
“I so dearly love to tease.” Jack said before dropping to his knees.
 
“Oh god!” Ianto moaned, his eyes widening as Jack grinned up at him from between his legs. Jack tugged Ianto’s trousers all the way off, shoes and all, bunching the material and slipping it under his knees. He ignored Ianto’s wince in regards to the treatment of his clothing, knowing that he would soon be forgiven for any creases and dirtying the material gained as a result of its mistreatment.
 
“Just Jack will do,” Jack winked at him and Ianto groaned anew at the pun in his words. His groan becoming throatier as Jack’s mouth suddenly engulfed the length of his cock and set about reducing him to a gibbering, toe-curling mess.
 
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Fin.
My apologies for not taking this piece any further, I’m feeling slightly p0rned out the moment! Hope ya’ll enjoyed anyhow! :D
 
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I’ve also added the following Torchwood fanfictions to beyond-redemption.net:
 
 
If anyone reads these fics over on my site, please do review there!
Thanks,
CS WhiteWolf
 
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Tags: [&]: [m/m]: jack harkness/ianto jones, fanfic: torchwood, fanfic: torchwood: coda: 1.09, on writing: giftfic
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