[Torchwood Fic] - Tasty Freeze
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raynedanserwritesTorchwood Fic - Adult - Tasty Freeze - 2,089 words
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raynedanser & merihn
Ianto had stolen Owen's idea and instead of having pizza delivered, he'd had ice cream. Chocolate chunk, to be precise. He walked across the lower level of the Hub, scooping the cold creamy food to his lips, and then licked the spoon. It was only when he heard someone clear his throat, that he looked up and realized he wasn't alone.
Jack grinned as he watched Ianto make his way across the metal grating that made up the floor of their "office" and then bit his lip and ground the heel of his hand against his cock. Ianto slid the spoon into his mouth and then drew it out a little before sliding it back in. When Ianto drew it out and swirled his tongue around it Jack almost lost his footing and had to grab a hold of the handrail as his other hand scrambled for his belt.
He took a few deep and calming breaths and smoothed down his shirt then grinned wickedly and cleared his throat. Ianto looked up, clearly startled, and dropped his hand, the spoon hanging out of his mouth. Jack stifled a grin at the adorable confusion on Ianto's face before Ianto pulled the spoon from his lips.
"What are you still doing here, Sir? I thought everyone had gone home."
Jack grinned and forced himself to look somewhere besides the spoon that dangled obscenely from Ianto's mouth. "I am home, remember?" he reminded Ianto.
Ianto nodded and intently studied the container of ice cream that he held in one hand. He worked very hard at digging out another scoop and equally hard at not watching Jack. He knew without looking up that Jack was closing the small space between them.
Jack reached out and tipped Ianto's head up with a finger and couldn't resist swiping the trace of ice cream off Ianto's lip. He sucked it off his finger and watched Ianto speculatively. Ianto's eyes widened as Jack sucked on his finger and his lips parted.
"So why haven't you gone home?" Jack asked once he'd thoroughly cleaned his finger. Ianto just stared at him for a moment then blinked rapidly and cleared his throat.
"I had a few things to finish up." Ianto's voice made Jack grin and lick his finger again for good measure, just to hear Ianto's breathing speed up.
Jack was close enough now that not even the ice cream container could save him, so Ianto just said screw it all and took Jack's finger into his mouth this time. When he let it slip back out with a soft "pop," he looked up to see that Jack's eyes had darkened and he was watching Ianto intently.
"You don't have any objections to that, do you?" Ianto asked quietly. Payback was a bitch and Ianto couldn't help but chuckle softly when Jack's breath caught.
Jack took two quick steps forward, forcing Ianto back and pinned him against the railing, but Ianto's wide-eyed look was gone, replaced by hunger and desire. Ianto dipped his finger back into the slowly melting ice-cream and swirled it around before lifting his finger. His tongue darted out to lick daintily at the cold cream as it started to slide down his finger and Jack couldn't take it anymore.
He leaned in and took hold of Ianto's wrist, gently, and engulfed the whole finger in his mouth. Ianto's moan was well worth it and Jack worked his finger like a popsicle, and pressed his tongue right now to the knuckles of his hand to crack a stray drip.
"J-Jack," Ianto started, his eyes fluttering shut. Jack pulled off his finger and let his eyes roam over the other man, amazed that all it had taken to reduce him to stammering and moaning was a few well-placed sucks. Jack grinned, and reminded himself that there was plenty more ice-cream... and plenty of places to put it.
Ianto gripped the top of the railing and held on so tightly, he was sure his knuckles were turning white. He looked around, but there was no where else for him to go. Jack had him backed up against the railing and was almost but not quite pressed against him. Unless Jack backed up, he was going nowhere.
Ianto leaned back a little, well aware of the drop behind him, and dipped his finger into the soft ice cream. He brought it out, slowly slid his finger into his mouth and sucked on it, hollowing his cheeks. He watched in satisfaction as Jack tracked his fingers with his eyes. This could be fun, Ianto decided. He dipped his finger again, but before he could lift it to his own mouth, Jack grabbed his wrist firmly. At first, Ianto thought Jack was going to suck his finger again, but he was wrong. Jack just held Ianto's wrist as he raised his hand to his own mouth again.
"What else do you suppose we could do with this ice cream, Ianto?" Jack asked quietly. He took the container. "Hm?" He swiped his finger through and licked it off. "How do you think it would feel? If I held some of this in my mouth and gave you a blow job? Do you want to find out?"
Jack couldn't stop grinning. He was sure he looked like a fool but couldn't be bothered to care, because he had Ianto pressed up against the railing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he watched Jack. It seemed as though he'd lost the power of speech with Jack's last question so Jack scooped out a bit of ice-cream and ate it before leaning in and licking a cool wet stripe up Ianto's neck. Ianto shivered and his hips bucked forward so Jack licked a swirl just below Ianto's ear and then sucked on the soft skin.
"Do you think that if you keep distracting me this will be any less sexual harassment?" Jack lifted his head in surprise, clearly Ianto had more wits about him than Jack had given him credit for.
"It's not harassment if you want it," Jack replied slyly, and slipped his hands between them to cup Ianto's hardening cock. Ianto whimpered and his hips bucked forward.
"Do you really think this is a good idea, sir?" Ianto persisted. Jack sighed and pulled back a little.
"I'm sorry, Ianto. If you don't want to, I won't force you. I just thought..." Jack trailed off and was about to step away when Ianto moved forward and kissed him, sliding a hand around his neck to hold him still. Jack couldn't contain the surprised sound as Ianto's cool mouth covered his but he immediately responded, licking into Ianto's mouth and relishing the taste of ice-cream still lingering and the bitter taste of coffee that under-laid it.
He pulled back after a moment and Ianto made a disappointed sound.
"Why don't we go somewhere a little more comfortable?" Jack grinned and grabbed Ianto's free hand and led the way up to his office.
Jack certainly had a funny definition of comfortable, Ianto thought as he backed into Jack's desk. He stopped when the edge bit into his thighs. He held the ice cream container out to Jack and waited patiently.
Jack looked at the container then back up at Ianto, confusion knitting his brow. "And?"
"I believe something was said about a blow job," Ianto explained. Ianto waited a moment, then slid off the desk and slowly took of his work shirt and carefully laid it over the back of Jack's chair. All the while, his eyes never left Jack's and he watched as they turned a shade of blue so dark that they looked nearly black. He unfastened his trousers, stepped out of them and carefully laid those over his shirt.
And then he waited.
Just when Jack thought Ianto couldn't get any sexier, Ianto was naked and relaxing back against his desk, just waiting for Jack to make his move. Jack took the ice cream from the other man and ate a little more before leaning in to kiss him. Ianto's mouth was now warm and he parted his lips eagerly and kissed Jack back. Jack stepped in between Ianto's legs and pressed their bodies together and deepened the kiss before pulling away and dropping to his knees.
Ianto stared down at him, slightly dazed as Jack collected a large scoop of the ice cream and slipped it into his mouth, letting it melt for a moment before he leaned forward and curled his fingers loosely around Ianto's cock. Ianto gasped and shivered as Jack breathed lightly over his straining flesh and let out a garbled sound that went straight to Jack's cock. He ignored his own aching desire and slipped his lips over the head of Ianto's erection, letting the ice cream swirl through his mouth and over the heated tip.
Ianto swore and his hips jerked, pushing his dick further into Jack's mouth. Jack adjusted easily and sucked a little, slipping his mouth down further so he could coat Ianto in the dessert.
Ianto slid off the desk, planted his feet firmly on the floor. With one hand, he clutched the desk behind him and the other he twisted through Jack's short hair. Just when Jack's mouth started to warm up again, he pulled back, got another scoop of ice cream. He winked at Ianto before dipping his head back down and taking him in his mouth again.
Jack's mouth was cold, so cold this time and Ianto inhaled sharply. "Jack!" he gasped.
Jack sucked a little harder and curled his toes, at this rate he was going to come in his pants like a hormonal teenager without Ianto even touching him. It was just that touching Ianto was like playing a well tuned instrument. He gasped and moaned and twisted his fingers in Jack's hair and arched so beautifully under his hands.
This Ianto was nothing like the Ianto who cleaned up the Hub, who made them coffee and stood guard at the door. This Ianto was noisy and open, spreading his legs further as if he was trying to pull Jack into himself, repeating Jack's name in that breathy deep voice, his accents pulling and changing the words until it was just music in Jack's ears, the words had no meaning other than wantneedlust.
He could tell that Ianto was getting closer and when Ianto tugged on his hair, gasped out a warning, Jack just sucked him in deeper and manipulated that gorgeous cock with his tongue until Ianto came, hot and salt-bitter down his throat.
Moments later, Ianto was still gathering himself back together. Jack chuckled and stood, though Ianto still held onto his desk in a vise-like grip. When Jack held his clothes out to him, he took his shirt first and tugged it on.
"That... " Ianto started. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Ice cream has never been that good," he teased.
"Yeah well, you've apparently never had ice cream with me before."
Ianto held the bottom hem of his shirt, pausing when Jack stepped in front of him. Shirt hanging open, he kissed Jack hungrily, licking at the insides of Jack's mouth, tasting himself there. Sweet and bitter, hot and cold.
He picked up the bucket of ice cream, now mostly melted, and frowned. "We should get more of this," Ianto told Jack. "You didn't get your turn."
"I don't need ice cream," Jack replied and nipped at Ianto's lips. He didn't bother to say, I just need you. but from the look on Ianto's face, he got it anyway. Ianto switched their positions and pushed Jack up against the desk and hurriedly opened his trousers, sliding his hands inside. Jack groaned and arched, his balls tightening painfully at the touch, his skin so sensitive that he almost came straight away.
He pulled Ianto closer and kissed him again, slower, more gently this time as Ianto started to stroke him and Jack explored the planes of Ianto's back with his fingers as his orgasm built and washed over him, buzzing through his ears and sweeping his body clean.
He came back to himself with Ianto kissing and nibbling at his chin, murmuring nonsense words quietly into his skin as he stroked Jack through it and rubbed a hand down his back.
"Next time we should use chocolate." Jack said when he finally regained speech. Ianto pulled back a little and grinned at him.
"Good idea, sir."
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raynedanser & merihnIanto had stolen Owen's idea and instead of having pizza delivered, he'd had ice cream. Chocolate chunk, to be precise. He walked across the lower level of the Hub, scooping the cold creamy food to his lips, and then licked the spoon. It was only when he heard someone clear his throat, that he looked up and realized he wasn't alone.
Jack grinned as he watched Ianto make his way across the metal grating that made up the floor of their "office" and then bit his lip and ground the heel of his hand against his cock. Ianto slid the spoon into his mouth and then drew it out a little before sliding it back in. When Ianto drew it out and swirled his tongue around it Jack almost lost his footing and had to grab a hold of the handrail as his other hand scrambled for his belt.
He took a few deep and calming breaths and smoothed down his shirt then grinned wickedly and cleared his throat. Ianto looked up, clearly startled, and dropped his hand, the spoon hanging out of his mouth. Jack stifled a grin at the adorable confusion on Ianto's face before Ianto pulled the spoon from his lips.
"What are you still doing here, Sir? I thought everyone had gone home."
Jack grinned and forced himself to look somewhere besides the spoon that dangled obscenely from Ianto's mouth. "I am home, remember?" he reminded Ianto.
Ianto nodded and intently studied the container of ice cream that he held in one hand. He worked very hard at digging out another scoop and equally hard at not watching Jack. He knew without looking up that Jack was closing the small space between them.
Jack reached out and tipped Ianto's head up with a finger and couldn't resist swiping the trace of ice cream off Ianto's lip. He sucked it off his finger and watched Ianto speculatively. Ianto's eyes widened as Jack sucked on his finger and his lips parted.
"So why haven't you gone home?" Jack asked once he'd thoroughly cleaned his finger. Ianto just stared at him for a moment then blinked rapidly and cleared his throat.
"I had a few things to finish up." Ianto's voice made Jack grin and lick his finger again for good measure, just to hear Ianto's breathing speed up.
Jack was close enough now that not even the ice cream container could save him, so Ianto just said screw it all and took Jack's finger into his mouth this time. When he let it slip back out with a soft "pop," he looked up to see that Jack's eyes had darkened and he was watching Ianto intently.
"You don't have any objections to that, do you?" Ianto asked quietly. Payback was a bitch and Ianto couldn't help but chuckle softly when Jack's breath caught.
Jack took two quick steps forward, forcing Ianto back and pinned him against the railing, but Ianto's wide-eyed look was gone, replaced by hunger and desire. Ianto dipped his finger back into the slowly melting ice-cream and swirled it around before lifting his finger. His tongue darted out to lick daintily at the cold cream as it started to slide down his finger and Jack couldn't take it anymore.
He leaned in and took hold of Ianto's wrist, gently, and engulfed the whole finger in his mouth. Ianto's moan was well worth it and Jack worked his finger like a popsicle, and pressed his tongue right now to the knuckles of his hand to crack a stray drip.
"J-Jack," Ianto started, his eyes fluttering shut. Jack pulled off his finger and let his eyes roam over the other man, amazed that all it had taken to reduce him to stammering and moaning was a few well-placed sucks. Jack grinned, and reminded himself that there was plenty more ice-cream... and plenty of places to put it.
Ianto gripped the top of the railing and held on so tightly, he was sure his knuckles were turning white. He looked around, but there was no where else for him to go. Jack had him backed up against the railing and was almost but not quite pressed against him. Unless Jack backed up, he was going nowhere.
Ianto leaned back a little, well aware of the drop behind him, and dipped his finger into the soft ice cream. He brought it out, slowly slid his finger into his mouth and sucked on it, hollowing his cheeks. He watched in satisfaction as Jack tracked his fingers with his eyes. This could be fun, Ianto decided. He dipped his finger again, but before he could lift it to his own mouth, Jack grabbed his wrist firmly. At first, Ianto thought Jack was going to suck his finger again, but he was wrong. Jack just held Ianto's wrist as he raised his hand to his own mouth again.
"What else do you suppose we could do with this ice cream, Ianto?" Jack asked quietly. He took the container. "Hm?" He swiped his finger through and licked it off. "How do you think it would feel? If I held some of this in my mouth and gave you a blow job? Do you want to find out?"
Jack couldn't stop grinning. He was sure he looked like a fool but couldn't be bothered to care, because he had Ianto pressed up against the railing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he watched Jack. It seemed as though he'd lost the power of speech with Jack's last question so Jack scooped out a bit of ice-cream and ate it before leaning in and licking a cool wet stripe up Ianto's neck. Ianto shivered and his hips bucked forward so Jack licked a swirl just below Ianto's ear and then sucked on the soft skin.
"Do you think that if you keep distracting me this will be any less sexual harassment?" Jack lifted his head in surprise, clearly Ianto had more wits about him than Jack had given him credit for.
"It's not harassment if you want it," Jack replied slyly, and slipped his hands between them to cup Ianto's hardening cock. Ianto whimpered and his hips bucked forward.
"Do you really think this is a good idea, sir?" Ianto persisted. Jack sighed and pulled back a little.
"I'm sorry, Ianto. If you don't want to, I won't force you. I just thought..." Jack trailed off and was about to step away when Ianto moved forward and kissed him, sliding a hand around his neck to hold him still. Jack couldn't contain the surprised sound as Ianto's cool mouth covered his but he immediately responded, licking into Ianto's mouth and relishing the taste of ice-cream still lingering and the bitter taste of coffee that under-laid it.
He pulled back after a moment and Ianto made a disappointed sound.
"Why don't we go somewhere a little more comfortable?" Jack grinned and grabbed Ianto's free hand and led the way up to his office.
Jack certainly had a funny definition of comfortable, Ianto thought as he backed into Jack's desk. He stopped when the edge bit into his thighs. He held the ice cream container out to Jack and waited patiently.
Jack looked at the container then back up at Ianto, confusion knitting his brow. "And?"
"I believe something was said about a blow job," Ianto explained. Ianto waited a moment, then slid off the desk and slowly took of his work shirt and carefully laid it over the back of Jack's chair. All the while, his eyes never left Jack's and he watched as they turned a shade of blue so dark that they looked nearly black. He unfastened his trousers, stepped out of them and carefully laid those over his shirt.
And then he waited.
Just when Jack thought Ianto couldn't get any sexier, Ianto was naked and relaxing back against his desk, just waiting for Jack to make his move. Jack took the ice cream from the other man and ate a little more before leaning in to kiss him. Ianto's mouth was now warm and he parted his lips eagerly and kissed Jack back. Jack stepped in between Ianto's legs and pressed their bodies together and deepened the kiss before pulling away and dropping to his knees.
Ianto stared down at him, slightly dazed as Jack collected a large scoop of the ice cream and slipped it into his mouth, letting it melt for a moment before he leaned forward and curled his fingers loosely around Ianto's cock. Ianto gasped and shivered as Jack breathed lightly over his straining flesh and let out a garbled sound that went straight to Jack's cock. He ignored his own aching desire and slipped his lips over the head of Ianto's erection, letting the ice cream swirl through his mouth and over the heated tip.
Ianto swore and his hips jerked, pushing his dick further into Jack's mouth. Jack adjusted easily and sucked a little, slipping his mouth down further so he could coat Ianto in the dessert.
Ianto slid off the desk, planted his feet firmly on the floor. With one hand, he clutched the desk behind him and the other he twisted through Jack's short hair. Just when Jack's mouth started to warm up again, he pulled back, got another scoop of ice cream. He winked at Ianto before dipping his head back down and taking him in his mouth again.
Jack's mouth was cold, so cold this time and Ianto inhaled sharply. "Jack!" he gasped.
Jack sucked a little harder and curled his toes, at this rate he was going to come in his pants like a hormonal teenager without Ianto even touching him. It was just that touching Ianto was like playing a well tuned instrument. He gasped and moaned and twisted his fingers in Jack's hair and arched so beautifully under his hands.
This Ianto was nothing like the Ianto who cleaned up the Hub, who made them coffee and stood guard at the door. This Ianto was noisy and open, spreading his legs further as if he was trying to pull Jack into himself, repeating Jack's name in that breathy deep voice, his accents pulling and changing the words until it was just music in Jack's ears, the words had no meaning other than wantneedlust.
He could tell that Ianto was getting closer and when Ianto tugged on his hair, gasped out a warning, Jack just sucked him in deeper and manipulated that gorgeous cock with his tongue until Ianto came, hot and salt-bitter down his throat.
Moments later, Ianto was still gathering himself back together. Jack chuckled and stood, though Ianto still held onto his desk in a vise-like grip. When Jack held his clothes out to him, he took his shirt first and tugged it on.
"That... " Ianto started. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Ice cream has never been that good," he teased.
"Yeah well, you've apparently never had ice cream with me before."
Ianto held the bottom hem of his shirt, pausing when Jack stepped in front of him. Shirt hanging open, he kissed Jack hungrily, licking at the insides of Jack's mouth, tasting himself there. Sweet and bitter, hot and cold.
He picked up the bucket of ice cream, now mostly melted, and frowned. "We should get more of this," Ianto told Jack. "You didn't get your turn."
"I don't need ice cream," Jack replied and nipped at Ianto's lips. He didn't bother to say, I just need you. but from the look on Ianto's face, he got it anyway. Ianto switched their positions and pushed Jack up against the desk and hurriedly opened his trousers, sliding his hands inside. Jack groaned and arched, his balls tightening painfully at the touch, his skin so sensitive that he almost came straight away.
He pulled Ianto closer and kissed him again, slower, more gently this time as Ianto started to stroke him and Jack explored the planes of Ianto's back with his fingers as his orgasm built and washed over him, buzzing through his ears and sweeping his body clean.
He came back to himself with Ianto kissing and nibbling at his chin, murmuring nonsense words quietly into his skin as he stroked Jack through it and rubbed a hand down his back.
"Next time we should use chocolate." Jack said when he finally regained speech. Ianto pulled back a little and grinned at him.
"Good idea, sir."
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Date: 2007-07-06 08:35 am (UTC)Hmm. My Torchwood icon isn't quite right for this comment.
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Date: 2007-07-07 04:51 am (UTC)I think I' rather like to find have it Jack style...:)
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Date: 2007-07-07 06:15 am (UTC)that was hot!
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Date: 2007-07-07 10:38 am (UTC)This was good. Really good.
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Date: 2007-07-07 04:51 pm (UTC)*checks his pockets for cash, car keys, etc.*
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Date: 2007-07-07 06:34 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it! :D
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Date: 2007-07-08 08:31 pm (UTC)It's a boiling hot summer day here.
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Date: 2007-07-14 11:43 pm (UTC)I have just had an image of Pizza Porn
And it ain't pretty
This is what fanfics do to me
They are my drug !
(I want ice-cream too - mainly sea-salt)
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