Characters: Ianto, Jack, a room full of people
Rating: very R
Warnings: ....... smut. smut. more smut. OH and I've never written smut before.... there's a good chance that this is utter crap. :) Enjoy.
Summary: PWP. Very.
A/N: Saria said Comm!sex. and Jack took over my brains and went YES! WANT NAO. KTHXBAI. And I was left with this pile of dren. *sighs* so while I should be working on Things, or Bond!Ianto, or I don't know... something that MATTERS. I let Jack take over. yep.
A/N 2: in rereading this, I can't believe I just wrote it. Please be gentle with me. I'm a smut-writing virgin. ;)
Ianto's Eventful Meeting.
Ianto adjusted the comm. in his ear as he gracefully took his seat at the UNIT boardroom table. He glanced around, taking in his company, assessing them as he made himself comfortable. Most were already wearing the bored look that would stay on their faces throughout the meeting (excepting of course, when the eye of the Commander swept their way). This was one of those “essential” meetings that happened once a month to “discuss the state of the UK.” What that really meant was that UNIT called a bunch of bigwigs together to sit in a room to be impressed as their Commander attempted to show off their new technology (most of which was stolen alien tech that should have been in Torchwood, anyway).
Ianto’s comm. crackled, “Hey, you hear me?” The unaccented American voice softly sounded into his ear.
“Mm’here. Can’t talk, Jack, in a meeting with Unit.”
“You don’t need to talk, Ianto… Just listen.” Jack’s voice crooned over the line, seductive and sensual. “I’ll get you through that boring old meeting.”
“Jack…” Ianto’s voice was a warning, albeit a feeble one.
“Ianto….” GOD! How did Jack do it… he was almost hard just with that one word. “Ianto, I want to tell you all the things that I want to do to you when you return to my arms and my bed.”
Ianto stifled the groan. “Jack… You sound like you’re in a bad romance novel. And the room is quieting down now, so I can’t talk to you anymore. The meeting is starting.” He folded his hands on the table, much like he might have at school, and prepared for what was probably going to be a horrible time. He knew Jack wouldn’t give up. He was just going to have to deal with it. And punish Jack later.
Jack practically purred into Ianto’s ear. “I wonder how hard I can get you, sitting at that table. Good thing it’s there too, otherwise people might wonder what you were thinking about. I like thinking about you sitting there… trying to hide yourself from them. Probably blushing already. You should stop that, people will notice.”
Ianto was indeed blushing. Fortunately, one thing he was rather good at was masking it. He was a professional. He could hide this. The commander began the meeting and the room was hushed, save for his deep voice.
And the voice in Ianto’s ear.
“So you still blushing, Ianto? Or should I say flushing? The meeting must have started by now, it’s all quiet in that room. Now everyone can hear you when I make you moan, so you better be quiet. I love it when you moan though. I love all the noises that come from those beautiful pink lips.” Jack’s voice had dropped an octave.
Ianto stared straight ahead, seeing but not seeing the slide show that was in front of him. He was trying to think about not-sexy things. Like Janet. And Owen. And Janet-and-Owen. Yup… that one worked. He sighed and tried to fill his mind with Janet-and-Owen.
Sensing that he was being usurped, Jack upped his tactics. His breathing grew heavier. “Ianto, I want to take you right now. I want to bend you over that table that you’re sitting at right now and fuck you so hard that you’ll forget your own name. I want to bury my cock so deep inside you…”
Ianto gulped. JanetOwenMyfanwySlitheen… yes. Fat Slitheen…. Ok. He was good again, but his hold was tenuous. He glanced around the room at the bored faces…. No one seemed to have noticed his current discomfort… Not yet at least.
“I’m stroking myself right now thinking about you, Ianto. I want to feel your tight arse around my cock. I want to make you scream. I want to take you so hard that you won’t be able to sit for a week.” Jack was panting into his ear. Ianto could almost feel the hot breath on his neck…
GOD. Ianto was trying not to pant or breathe heavy. Fortunatly, the UNIT commander’s voice was loud enough to cover most things… this man liked to hear himself talk more than Jack did. And since it was a slide-show at current, it was dark in the room.
Jack could hear that he was finally getting through, and the triumph in his voice was nearly as evident as his arousal. “Once I’ve come inside you, I’ll have to finish you off of course, Ianto.” Ianto shivered at that one. “I’d wrap my lips around your cock and let you fuck my mouth. I want to drink your come. Can you feel my hot mouth on you, Ianto? Sucking and pulling and squeezing every last drop down my throat?”
Ianto stood up abruptly, knocking the chair back. “T-t-too much coffee. I drank too much before the meeting. I’ll…” his voice was trembling and he was unsteady on his feet. “Don’t wait for me…” He bolted out the door towards the bathroom, hands and briefcase covering his erection, ignoring the startled faces around him.
Reaching the bathroom he raced to the nearest stall.
Jack knew he had won. He also knew that Ianto was going to KILL him when he returned. With a shrug he realized that he was looking forward to that too. Angry sex was the best sex, really.