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nov 11: dw/twfanfic: with friends like these [Doctor/Ianto/Jack]

http://www.rockpapershotgun.com/2008/02/12/spore-september-7th-2008/
With Friends Like These;
Amstell!Doctor/Ianto Jones/Jack Harkness;
PG-13; 700words; Amstell for Eleven!;
for absinthfairy88 who wanted this pairing,
the leather will come later, hun, promise! ;)

"So, uh, how do you and Jack know each other again?" Ianto asked hoarsely, arching his neck as hot lips trailed up towards his ear to nip teasingly at the lobe.

"Oh we go back, Jack and me," Ianto stifled a moan as the hands holding tightly at his hips slipped round to grab at his buttocks, squeezing provocatively and urging Ianto to thrust upwards, pressing himself hard and heavy into the Doctor’s hip.

 

"We go back a long way," The Doctor’s cheeky face appeared before his half-lidded eyes as hot lips left off seducing his ear to take command of his mouth in a bruising but deliciously good kiss that left the both of them breathless and thrusting, rutting like animals against one another.

"A long way?" Ianto managed, pulling his mouth away and thrusting his hips once more. He let loose a deep growl of a moan as the Doctor managed to slip a hand down the front of his trousers, fondling him with a finesse he found worthy of Jack Harkness.

"Oh Yes…" The Doctor purred, his mouth falling to Ianto’s neck as the other man flung his head back with another soft moan, his teeth biting at his lips to keep his wanton pants in check.

The Doctor made his way up the length of Ianto’s neck before finding his mouth again and sucking the pout of his lower lip into his own mouth; laving at it with teasing strokes of his tongue till Ianto was whimpering with want.

Moving his arms from the Doctor’s shoulders and into his mop of brown curls, Ianto clenched his fingers into gentle fistfuls and used the hold to gain leverage of their kiss, encouraging the Doctor to release his lips only to find his own mouth being devoured a second later, Ianto’s own tongue plundering into it with determination and skill until the Doctor himself was there one writhing and moaning against Ianto.

“Doctor!” The sudden shout caught both of them off-guard and they pulled away with guilty wide-eyed looks as Jack Harkness stepped into view.

“Harkness!” The Doctor grinned widely and Ianto scowled at him and his apparent ability to look so unfazed with his lips kissed red and his hair all mussed up from Ianto’s questing fingers. “Jolly good to see you, old man!”

Jack raised an amused eyebrow at that but said nothing as he looked between the Doctor and Ianto, the latter of whom cleared his throat awkwardly and offered a sheepish sort of smile.

“Doctor,” Jack began, his voice slow and measured and Ianto- from the corner of his eye- caught the Doctor’s smile twitch a little wider, as if he understood just which tone of voice Jack was using on him and how that amounted to being even vaguely entertaining at all given their current predicament.

“Yes, Harkness?”

“You wouldn’t be trying to out-gay me in my own Hub, would you?” Jack asked.

Ianto frowned. The Doctor laughed. And, oddly enough, Jack smiled.

“I think we’ve already established who’s the gayest of us all,” the Doctor answered, shuffling closer to Ianto and reaching out pinch at his bottom, “but you can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?”

Ianto shot him a dirty look just as Jack stepped closer, crowding up to Ianto and stroking him in places that made his eyes roll back into his head with pleasure.

“Hmmm, no I don’t suppose you can,” Jack purred, nuzzling into Ianto’s neck as he moaned helplessly under the manipulation of Jack’s hands, “but you could at least have called me in for the adjudicating.”

“I think you’re doing a bit more than adjudicating!” The Doctor muttered, pouting.

Jack chuckled, “I suggest you stop the talking then, Doctor.”

“Right you are, Harkness!” The Doctor agreed, stepping in. It was all a bit of an orgasmic blur after that for Ianto. Or so he claimed when, hours later they proceeded to question him on something about being gayer than the other. He wasn’t entirely sure what the hell they were on about, but he assured them that a couple more hours of testing ought to help him come to a conclusion about it all. Honest.

[ end. ]
[ written as part of Caspe-Wri-Mo


Tags: [&]: [m/m]: jack/ianto/doctor, character: [dw]: eleventh doctor, character: [tw]: ianto jones, character: [tw]: jack harkness, fanfic: crossover, fanfic: crossover: tw/dw, fic: rating: pg/13, fic: wordcount: 500-1000
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