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fictionalTitle: I Imagine You Now In That Other City
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto + [OFC]; cameos by the torchwood team
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rm & kalichan
Rating/Warning: NC-17, plot and porn. voyeurism. threesome [m/m/f]
Summary: For Ianto and Jack, two's company and three is an education. Takes place after 2x11: Adrift.
Wordcount: ~20, 200
Authors' Notes: Hi! We have finally found a name for this arc: I Had No Idea I Had Been Traveling. Since we are now officially calling it an arc with a plan and all, we should note that there are several more stories to come including a story post-Exit Wounds, another one post-Journey's End and two more sequels that we don't want to divulge any more about at this time. You will also be seeing prequel pieces for both Jack and Ianto individually that will wrap the whole thing together. We are, believe it or not, going somewhere very specific here. Finally, not precisely part of this arc, but definitely in the same 'verse, we're apparently writing a fic about life on the Valiant, solely because we found the best title ever for it. Hope you enjoy the calm, such as it is, before the storm in this particular installment. Jack & Ianto don't know what's ahead. But you do...
Previous installments:
A Strange Fashion of Forsaking
Dear Captain, Last Night I Slept in Mutiny
To Learn This Holding and the Holding Back
The Most Beautiful Girl in the World
I Imagine You Now in That Other City [Part 1]
Asha was so torn between nervousness, exhilaration and good old fashioned lust, that she was barely able to form thoughts, let alone words. This whole episode was fairly out of character for the woman she was now, although there were maybe a few nights from her university days that had come close, especially with the addition of certain illicit substances.
Still, she couldn't remember ever having felt this way sober.
Things like this didn't happen to people like her, she thought hazily as Jack sank his teeth into her neck. Gorgeous fellows in RAF coats, impeccably dressed boys in suits -- she felt like she'd stumbled into someone else's life, and she wasn't quite sure how to negotiate it.
Jack's hand was playing with the buttons of her shirt now, teasingly near her cleavage, and she raised her eyes and saw Ianto watching them in the rear view mirror. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, and for a brief moment, she felt a strange sense of union -- like the two of them were in this together, awestruck and drowning in the magic of this strange being who was right now kissing her clavicle.
Christ, she thought. I hope I'm not dreaming. But she could feel the scratchy wool of his coat sleeve brush against her neck, and she was fairly certain that even her subconscious wouldn't have added such a particular detail.
It wasn't long before Ianto pulled into some wasteground in a residential district; distantly, Asha realized they were somewhere on the edge between Gabalfa and Heath. How bizarrely ordinary, she thought.
"We're here," Ianto said unnecessarily after he'd stopped the car. "Everyone out."
Jack, of course, didn't readily heed the directive, and Asha was certainly of no mind to pull herself away from him in light of that.
Ianto twisted around in the driver's seat. "Seriously. It's a lot more comfortable upstairs. And if we could do this with a minimum of waking my neighbors," Ianto said, giving Jack a pointed look. To say they'd be indiscreet coming home on more than one occasion, rather vastly understated the case. They'd been lucky not to get caught, but even if they had, at least it had just been the pair of them. There was bad form and there was appallingly degenerate, and Ianto knew which one this would read as.
Asha was surprised. She had assumed from their odd, bickering ease with each other that they lived together. It was strange to think that they didn't. And strange too to try to fit herself into their dynamic, which now seemed so much less clear, even if it was just for a few hours.
Ianto got out of the car and opened the door to the back seat, smirking expectantly as Jack dragged himself out of the vehicle and offered a hand to Asha.
"Am I going to get to kiss him too?" she asked Jack, as he led them up to Ianto's front door.
"That's up to him," Jack said. "But I hope so. And more than that."
"Jack first," Ianto said, trotting a few paces to catch up with them. "I want to see."
"You a voyeur then?" Asha asked.
Ianto frowned as shoved his keys in the lock. "Not normally."
"I tend to make a mess of people's normal," Jack offered by way of explanation.
Asha kissed him again as he backed her into the building's foyer. "What are you?" she breathed, as he pulled away.
Jack and Ianto exchanged looks as they all walked up the flight of stairs and then paused at the door to Ianto's flat. This sort of thing happened sometimes, people sensing that Jack was wrong or more or different, but never in a situation where they actually had to do anything other than brush it off. Ianto wondered if this sort of thing happened often when Jack was on the pull, and if this was why he'd been so cold at Ianto's mention of retcon earlier.
"What do you think I am?" Jack asked at his most charming, pushing her into the apartment now and laughing against her mouth.
Asha shook her head and laughed. "Must be the clothes. Makes me want to write a storybook about you."
"Is that what you do?" Ianto asked.
She looked at him over Jack's shoulder and shook her head. "No, just for fun, I draw a bit is all."
Ianto smiled, glad to know something about her. "If you two could untangle yourselves for just a moment, I'll take your coats," Ianto said.
Jack reached a hand into the inside pocket of his coat, pulled out a sheaf of condoms, and threw them onto the coffee table.
"Direct, isn't he?" Asha said to Ianto as she handed him her coat. "Doesn't beat about the bush."
"Saves time for more important things," Jack said, bending to kiss her again, before shrugging the great coat into Ianto's waiting hands.
Ianto watched as Asha's eyes took in Jack's gun holster and widened with startlement. He draped the coats over the kitchen counter; this was hardly the moment to turn his back in the name of avoiding a few wrinkles. Asha looked from him to Jack and started to step back. She was freaking out, Ianto thought, angry at himself for forgetting even for a brief space of time that they were not normal and couldn't do anything ever without bloody Torchwood getting in the way.
"Look," she started. "I'm... ah... not sure this is...."
Jack stepped back in order to give her space, his hands open and empty, palms out; he was doing everything he could to seem non-threatening. Ianto thought it was a shame that it wasn't working.
"It's not really a big deal," Jack tried. "We don't --"
Blanching at the 'we,' she cut Jack off to ask Ianto, "Do you have one too?"
"Um, yes?" Ianto said.
"You said you were an archivist. Who are you people?"
"I am an archivist," Ianto said calmly, pulling his gun out of his shoulder holster, and setting it down on the coffee table. Asha edged away from them even more, and Ianto thought very fast. If they weren't careful she was going to run out the door, and he liked her, damn it.
"Jack?" he said, nodding to the table, and Jack very slowly eased the gun out of the holster and put it down next to Ianto's.
"I'm going to put them away, okay?" Ianto said to Asha, who was standing there rigidly, still looking like she might turn and flee at any moment.
She nodded, and Ianto picked them up and shoved them into his desk drawer. Out of sight, out of mind, he hoped. But that seemed too much to be expected.
"I'm sorry," Asha said, "but this is really getting a little too weird. I don't normally hang about with people who are armed. I mean, I don't normally go home with two fellows either, but there are limits. I think I'll just go --"
"We're really not that frightening," Jack said.
"We don't work for the mob or anything," Ianto said, interrupting him. "We're Torchwood."
Jack turned to glare at him, and Ianto shrugged.
"Torchwood?" she said. "Really? Both of you? You're not having me on?"
"Nope," Jack said. "Ianto and I may have to have a long talk later about the propriety of sharing that information, but he's not having you on."
"We have ID and everything, if you want to see," Ianto said.
"Okay," she said, surprising him.
Ianto pulled out his wallet, and flipped it open to show her his card. "There you go."
"Wow," she said. "This night gets stranger by the minute."
"I think you need a drink," Jack said. "You don't still want to leave, do you? Because that would be a shame." He ran a finger down the side of her cheek caressingly, and she shivered.
"Yeah, a drink'd be good. Thanks."
"Good. I'll get you both one. Ianto, something appropriate on your stereo, please?"
"Appropriate for this or appropriate for you?" Ianto asked dryly.
"Appropriate for fucking, I think," Asha said.
Jack turned and grinned from the kitchen. "I like her."
"Me too," Ianto said, smiling at Asha, before moving to the CD player.
She shook her head at them. "So, wait -- you work together?"
"Yep," Ianto said.
"Well, not so much together as that he works for me," Jack added from the kitchen.
Ianto rolled his eyes, and Asha laughed.
Jack returned from the kitchen with two gin and tonics and handed one each to them.
"None for you?" Asha asked, as she took a long swallow and then sank down onto the sofa.
"I'll have a sip from yours, if you don't mind," he said sitting down next to her, "just to show there's nothing in it," he added, throwing a pointed look at Ianto.
She handed him the glass, and he drank.
"Are you going to stop giving me that horrible, skeptical look now?" Jack asked, rather sweetly and with just a hint of a pout.
Asha took another long swallow of her drink instead. "Give me a few minutes," she said. "What do you guys do, other than screw up the traffic, anyway?" she asked.
"Shoot things," Ianto said dryly.
She burst out with a strange sort of nervous laughter.
"Keep people safe," Jack said. "At least that's the idea."
"And this is how you blow off steam?"
"Oh no, I was like this long before Torchwood," Jack said.
"And you?" Asha asked Ianto, who was still hovering near the stereo.
"Jack's a bad influence," he said.
"So you met at work?" she asked, somewhat incredulous.
"Ah, no," Ianto said before Jack could do something stupid like mention the stalking thing. "In a bar fight, actually," he supplied. It was close enough.
Jack, luckily, seemed to catch on and grinned at Ianto. "Then I hired him."
"Bloody hell," she said and leaned back into Ianto's sofa.
She kicked off a shoe and Ianto sipped at his drink.
"Are there any more surprises?" She asked.
"Only the good kind," Jack said softly and pulled her against him, but didn't go to kiss her immediately, still trying to make sure her heart was racing only for the right reasons.
Ianto did not want this to happen in his living room; among other things, she deserved better than a tumble on his couch, but thought suggesting they go to the bedroom right now was too inorganic, no matter how obvious their purposes this evening were, so he sat down at one of the bar stools in the kitchen, and kept his gaze intent on them all the while. That, he thought, was surely a clear enough signal, but right now, no matter what the other man had said earlier, it was all really down to Jack's judgment and not his own.
Jack reached his hands up to the back of her head and said softly, "May I?"
She nodded, and turned her head slightly so he could unpin her hair, which he did deftly.
When he was done, she shook her head a little, and her hair fell around her face like a long, silky dark curtain.
"Beautiful," Jack said.
She laughed. "At least now I have something to hide behind."
"And I have something to hold onto," Jack replied, running his hand through her hair, and then pulling her in for a kiss.
Ianto watched as Jack kissed her mouth and then her throat and then leaned her against the sofa arm to unbutton her shirt. She kissed him back, ran her nails down his neck (he made a pleased noise when she did), and made little humming sounds when he sucked at her throat.
Her eyes had closed, and Ianto wondered if he looked like this when Jack kissed him. Probably he did; even after all this time, he probably looked just as intoxicated and overwhelmed.
Ianto knew Jack would never feel wholly familiar, but somehow with this stranger in the room, Ianto could feel his alienness far more than usual, as if without someone like her to show him, he forgot sometimes how strange Jack was, how separate, how beyond them.
Jack had bent his head to her breast now, still covered with lace. She cried out softly when he took her nipple in his mouth, and her fingers fumbled in his hair.
Ianto swallowed, feeling his cock jump. Jack lifted his head, licked his lips, and smiled at him.
"Why don't you come closer?" he invited.
Asha's eyes opened, and she nodded encouragingly at him, smiling.
"Actually," Ianto said, clearing his throat, "why don't we move to the bedroom? It's more comfortable."
Jack looked down at Asha, who nodded. "I'm game," she said.
He stood up, and then looking over at Ianto, winked, and said, "Allow me." With that, he leaned down, and easily picked her up.
She yelped in surprise, before bursting into laughter and kicking off her other shoe.
"Show off," Ianto said good naturedly, shoving the strip of condoms into his pocket; she was a tall girl, and curvy; this couldn't possibly happen to her often.
"Yep," Jack said, grinning. "Works though."
He carried Asha towards the bedroom, and Ianto followed, wondering if Jack were showing him, on purpose, all the things they could never be to each other.
As they walked into the bedroom, Jack happened to turn slightly and caught the look on Ianto's face; he wanted to say a hundred things to him, but it was just as well that there was no time and that this wasn't the moment, because Jack wasn't really sure Ianto would understand or, for that matter, believe him. So Jack just smiled and shook his head at him slightly, and was rewarded with Ianto looking down for a moment and scuffing his shoe at the floor. Ianto was so many different things that, for a second, it knocked the breath out of Jack.
He set the still laughing Asha down on Ianto's bed and thumbed his braces down but made no move towards any of the rest of his clothes, knowing that after the gun thing, he really, really needed to let this woman feel somewhat in control of the proceedings, because even though she wasn't, she was far more so than she knew. Jack frowned for a moment; this was clearly getting to be a pattern with him.
“Come here, Ianto," she said, and he obeyed, moving closer to her.
Ianto stood at the side of his bed looking down at her with a smile, while Jack watched quietly, knowing what this was for the other man. He had hoped this little difficulty would come later, in the haze of things and so could be thought of after, instead of before, but, it was Ianto's turn tonight to step up, and the legacy of the dead was surely always a part of that.
"Yes?" Ianto asked, amused and almost wary. Jack thought that the reality that he was going to kiss this woman, and who knew what else, and that she'd never even know about Lisa, must have been hitting him intermittently for the last ten minutes or so. It was such a little thing to surrender, but Jack knew it had to be vaguely terrifying to him, if, luckily, unavoidable.
Asha kneeled up on his bed. "You started this; you kiss me," she said simply.
"You just want to see if I'm as strange as him," Ianto murmured softly, but not so softly Jack couldn't hear it, as he closed the distance to her lips.
"I do," she whispered, and Jack knew when she kissed him, she would be delighted that he wasn't.
Jack took the opportunity to kick off his shoes and socks, then padded on bare feet towards the bed as Ianto kissed her long and deep.
He watched as Asha curved her hand, manicured and polished, into Ianto's hair, pulling him in closer, watched Ianto give into it, and he smiled.
Then Ianto pulled away, and it was Asha's turn to lick her lips coquettishly at him.
Ianto stepped back and touched his fingers to his mouth, as if to feel the kiss still burning on it. He looked aroused and dismayed all at once, before he managed to wipe his face clean of emotion, and Jack could no longer read his expression.
He moved back from the bed and nodded to Jack.
Things were not going exactly as Jack had expected them too. He had begun this evening more than ready for the casual brutality of what was going to happen -- either way, whether Ianto triumphed or failed. But now faced with the reality of it, his willingness to follow through was diminishing steadily.
Ianto was sinking down into the armchair by the window now; Asha still kneeling, waiting for him on the bed. She was unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. It hung open, and he could see her body revealed.
He smiled at her, a promise in his eyes, before walking over to where Ianto was sitting in the armchair. He tipped up Ianto's face, bent and kissed him. He heard Asha's sharp intake of breath and knew she was feeling a sudden jolt of arousal. Why shouldn't she gasp? They were beautiful.
Ianto kissed him desperately as if he was trying to forget something, and when Jack broke the kiss, he didn't move for a second, his face still uptilted, his eyes closed -- and Jack felt a great pang somewhere inside himself. But before he could think what to do, how to ease the ache, Ianto opened his eyes and smiled at him.
Jack touched his cheek lightly and then stepped back. Ianto nodded encouragingly, and Jack returned to stand in front of Asha, who still waited for him on the bed.
"I hope Ianto won't be the only one getting a show tonight," she said.
"Don't worry," Ianto said, and Jack recognized the low gravelly pitch of his arousal.
"You're very wicked," Jack said to Asha. "And polite for someone who claims to never have done this sort of thing before."
"It's hard to miss," she said softly, bypassing Jack's teasing.
"What is?" Jack asked.
"Not my place to say if you don't know," she said coyly.
"Oh, believe me, I know," he said seriously and then kissed her hard, in part to put an end to the discussion. Jack couldn't remember a third ever making the rest of a situation so painfully obvious before, but then he hadn't done anything like this before when it both mattered and was yet so obviously unclear. He smiled slightly into the kiss. It was funny, finding something he hadn't done before. He hadn't expected it. And it made him pleased, if not for himself, then for these two strange souls.
Jack pushed her shirt of her shoulders and tossed it aside, hoping she wouldn't mind, and hoping, similarly, Ianto wouldn't feel impelled to pick up after them just now. He did away with her bra just as quickly and that seemed to be the key to her own aggression, her hands quickly pulling his shirt loose from his trousers and finding their way to his stomach and then up.
"You're spectacular," Jack said, content to watch her.
"Stop complimenting me, and let me see you already."
"Can you handle both?" Jack asked.
"I should hope," she said, as Jack finally got to work on his own clothes, and Ianto snorted. Jack paused just long enough to look over his shoulder at the other man and wink.
"I warn you, he's a tease," Ianto said.
"But I always deliver in the end," Jack said, finally pulling the white t-shirt off over his head.
Asha ignored him to run her nails up his chest and then gasped as she pressed her breasts against him.
"That's always the best moment, isn't it?" Jack murmured.
"What is?" she asked.
"That first touch. Never stops being shocking."
She nodded. It was true. Although she imagined it might be just a little more true with Jack than with other people.
"Bet you never stop being shocking either," she said, thinking it sounded silly, but getting that Jack liked banter and that part of the appeal was his odd joy.
"Mmmm, not really," he said, slipping a hand down between her still clothed legs.
She quivered, feeling herself get wet just at that, and he smiled before stepping back and stripping the rest of the way down to skin.
She couldn't help staring at him in a way that she knew must not appear very cool, but she'd truly never seen anything like it. He... glowed. There was really no other word for it. Around him everything else seemed to pale to insubstantiality; when he cupped her breasts in his hands, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, almost unable to bear it.
Jack took the proffered invitation to kiss her throat, and then she sank down, backwards onto the bed, pulling him after her.
He knelt between her thighs now, and she felt his hands at her hips.
"These come off now, I think," she heard him say.
She nodded, eyes still shut.
"Open your eyes," he said, voice pitched low with arousal. "You should see this."
She did as he said (did anyone ever disobey him, she wondered from somewhere far off) and then felt him kiss his way down her body, pausing to suck a nipple into his mouth teasingly, lick the valley between her breasts, and then finally undo the button of her trousers with his teeth, his hands pulling them down over her hips until all that was between them was a small scrap of lacy underwear.
"Pretty," Jack remarked, "but hardly useful."
"Then get rid of it already," Asha said, almost wishing he'd stop pausing for the commentary. But maybe, she thought, that meant that possibly he was nervous too. It seemed hard to imagine, but the audience of Ianto's sweet, funny awkwardness had to weigh on him somehow.
Jack smirked wickedly and rested his chin on her stomach as he pulled the panties down, her squirming to help only somewhat effective.
Ianto shifted in his chair, spreading his legs somewhat. It hadn't occurred to him when he'd blurted this ridiculous idea out in the first place how difficult it would be to just sit and watch. He wanted to touch them both. He desperately wanted to kiss Jack. He wanted to be naked and forgetting, and he wanted to hold their heads together so they would kiss and he could think of himself as generous instead of jealous or bereaved.
"Hey."
Ianto looked up, startled. Jack was talking to him.
"I didn't know her, but I bet she would have thought this was fucking hilarious," he said, probably unwisely. He'd explain to Asha in a moment. "So be here, okay?"
Ianto felt himself grin. He also felt tears spring to his eyes.
"Yes, Jack," he said softly. "Here. Now will you goddamn make her your whole world for at least five minutes?" he managed, laughing, but on the edge of something sad and strange and awe inspiring.
"He lost a girl, at Canary Wharf," Jack murmured to Asha softly enough that Ianto could pretend not to hear, and then raised his voice to add, "And I swear, this is going to be a hell of a lot more than five minutes."
Asha wanted to ask him how it was that a random pickup in a bar was pulling her apart like this, but the thing was, she already knew the answer, even if it was oddly in his voice. Because nothing's random. Nothing's casual. Which means sometimes you've got to act like everything is.
They were both naked now, and Asha spared a glance for Ianto sitting in the armchair, still mostly clothed, legs splayed a bit, for all the world like someone who'd just paid a great deal of money for a very good show. Yet the expression on his face didn't match; she'd seen the same thing at the gallery where she worked; the look of someone face to face with something they coveted and yet could never afford to own.
She didn't understand him or them but somehow it didn't matter, as Jack was pulling her up against him so she was kneeling again, and he'd shifted so he was behind her, pushing aside her hair so he could fasten his mouth at her throat; his hard, insistent cock pressed up against her arse and his hands were at her breasts -- if she looked down she could see them, white against her dark skin, and she could imagine the photograph they'd make, if only Ianto had been holding a camera.
She moaned as her nipples hardened under his deft, perfect fingers, and then he slid his hands down her body, twining his fingers in her pubic hair, lightly touching her folds.
"Dear god," she whispered as she felt herself get even wetter at his teasing.
"Nope," Jack said. "Just me."
Ianto was watching them avidly; even from here, she could see the outline of his cock in his trousers, and as Jack cupped her breasts again, as if offering them to him as temptation, she wondered if he would be able to resist.
He did though, stayed firmly planted in his chair, the quickened pace of his breathing, and his hands clenching on the arms of the chair the only signs that it was at all hard for him to do so.
Jack chuckled softly behind her, and it was so challenging, Asha couldn't help herself. She twisted to kiss him full on the mouth, and then suddenly he fell back onto the bed. She snaked herself around so that she was over him now, and as he reached up to try to capture her breast into his mouth, she held herself teasingly just out of reach.
"Turnabout's fair play," she said triumphantly. "I think you've teased me long enough, hmmm?"
His hand shot out to grasp her hip, hard, and with the other he rubbed a finger into her cunt. She moaned, trying to capture it to make him go deeper, farther, but he pulled away.
Then he sucked the finger into his mouth and licked it slowly, never taking his eyes from hers.
"Patience is a virtue," he said, and she growled.
Then something flew at him, hitting him on the shoulder, and he tensed with surprise.
"You seem like you might needing that soon," she heard Ianto say dryly.
It was a rubber, of course, and Asha smiled.
"Good to know you're on my side," she said to him.
"No fair ganging up," Jack said, as Asha picked up the packet and tore it open with her teeth.
"I think it's about the only way it is fair," Ianto said, but they weren't listening to him now.
Jack rolled the condom on without comment or complaint, and Asha was glad of both that and him pulling her hips up and then down onto him.
"Better now?" Jack asked coyly.
And it would have been, if he hadn't been holding her down so she couldn't move. She struggled against him and managed maybe half an inch.
"Damn you," she panted, even as she also laughed.
"The struggle's nice," Jack said, having to raise his gaze to her eyes from her breasts.
"So's fucking," she said with a growl, pulling her nails down over his chest and smiling when he arched his back and sighed and released his hands just a little.
It was enough for her to lean forward and kiss him, enough for her to start moving up and down on his cock, enough for Jack to laugh with delight.
"You sure you haven't done this before?" he asked in a breathless tease.
"Well, I've done ... this... before," she said.
"Clearly," he said, running his hands along her sides and thrusting his hips up into her.
Ianto hadn't expected the banter, although he didn't know why. Jack was constantly verbal with him in bed, but then, they always had too much to say to each other. Seeing it with someone else was strange and sweet, although in truth that mattered less than the spectacular view Ianto had of Jack's cock disappearing over and over into Asha's cunt. It was absolute porn movie material and he loved it, loved on some level the idea of Jack being reduced to nothing more than greedy, needy flesh.
Ianto squeezed his cock through his trousers and moaned with the pleasant hurt of it. It was so very tempting just to have himself off right there, but that wasn't the point of this. He wanted to see and to remember, because that was the funny thing about Jack. Since he couldn't die, there would never be anyone to remember him. And that seemed wrong. Ianto could surely endure a little longing in the name of secretly righting an imbalance of the universe only he cared about.
But god, it did feel good, and he squeezed himself again, letting his eyes flicker closed for just a moment.
Jack felt Asha clamp down on his cock; she was tight and hot around him, and he was almost grateful to be wearing a rubber, something to cut the sensation a little. He wanted this to last a while; he wanted her shuddering around him, helpless; wanted to feel her come around him, so that Ianto could see it.
She rose up off him, and then slid back down with a fast, scraping motion, and Jack felt his arousal spike like lightning. He angled his hips a little, so he was driving up against the core of her, and she threw her head back, cried out. He did it again, harder this time, and felt her buck against him.
"I'm going to come," she moaned.
He smiled. "Good," he said, thrusting up again, feeling her flesh convulse around him as she ground down, trying to take him deeper and deeper as he rutted up against her. She shattered beautifully around him, gasping and sighing gorgeously as he held her against him, her moans raw and helpless now, accompanying that amazing feeling of clasp and release around his cock.
Finally he felt her still around him, though she was still breathing heavily.
"That was --" she said.
"It gets better," Jack assured her.
He looked over to where Ianto was sitting on the chair -- and saw that somewhere in the middle of that, he had abandoned it to kneel beside the bed.
"Why are you still wearing clothes?" Jack asked, beginning to thrust upwards into Asha again with small, slight, teasing motions.
Ianto cleared his throat and said hesitantly, "I don't know?"
"Get rid of them," Jack said and didn't even need to look to know Ianto was doing as he said.
Holding Asha against him, so he wouldn't slip out, Jack rolled so that she was beneath him now, and she gave a little yelp of surprise.
He grinned down at her, and said, "Impressive, aren't I?"
She laughed and then gasped as he drove into her all the way and then slowly, luxuriously pulled back so she could feel his cock rub over every fraction of her cunt.
The bed creaked as Ianto sat down upon it, close to them but not touching.
"Kiss me," Asha said. "Please?"
"Of course," Jack said, and it was gentle, the sort of thing that made Ianto have respect for the man. It would be so easy to be Jack and be a real bastard. To leave people wanting and thinking it was because they somehow weren't good enough. Jack never, ever did anything like that at all when he was thinking, and when he wasn't, as much as Ianto hated to admit it, he usually had a pretty good excuse.
Jack broke the kiss, still thrusting in a short, shallow rhythm, just to keep everyone in mind of what they were still doing, but definitely not trying to overhwhelm.
"Ianto, you too," she panted. "Please?"
Jack turned his head just enough to catch Ianto's eye and smiled. Asha might have been desperate for him, but it was Ianto she liked, and Jack was pretty sure no amount of spectacular sex was going to change that. He was glad, even if it made him feel lonely. Ianto deserved top billing once in a while.
Ianto stretched across the bed to her and smoothed her hair back.
"You didn't imagine I'd say no, did you?" he asked.
Jack bit his lip and tried to think about fucking so as not to say anything, but Ianto asking questions like that pleased him. It was Ianto learning everything he could from Jack, including that he really, in certain arenas, had maybe never needed to learn from him at all.
"I didn't imagine," she breathed.
"Go on," Jack said. "Be beautiful for me," punctuating it with a thrust and a kiss to Asha's neck and a falsely coy glance.
"We already are," Ianto said. He kissed her long and deep, and Jack felt her whole body relax into it. It was surrender, and it was perfect. Or, at least, would be, if Ianto proved himself to be happy with this turn of events.
Ianto broke the kiss with a gasp and then a laugh, turning to look at Jack. Then he darted forward for an awkward kiss over Asha's head.
"Ah," Jack said, smiling now, worry over the other man finally dissipating. "Pleased?"
"Pleased," Ianto affirmed, hand trailing from Asha's hair to her breasts.
"Do you want Ianto to have you too, Asha?" Jack asked, remembering not to be too crude.
"You haven't --"
"Nor do I plan to. Not yet," he said cutting her off.
"But --"
"He likes the anticipation," Ianto said dryly. "I also suspect the list of things he wants to do is too long even for his powers of recovery."
Asha laughed.
"So do you?" Jack asked.
She nodded frantically and then looked at Ianto inquiringly. "If that's all right?"
Ianto nodded and smiled, although it was a bit tight, a bit shy, a bit awkward. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah," and then he laughed at himself.
Jack grit his teeth as he pulled out of Asha, the sudden lack of stimulation actually painful. Asha too whimpered at the loss.
"Shhhh," Jack said, replacing his cock with two fingers, while he peeled the condom off with the other hand and tossed it aside.
Ianto had slid down to lie beside her, and he kissed her shoulder as he played with her breasts. Jack looked down at the pair of them and smiled, before leaning down to kiss her stomach and then put his hands on her thighs so he could push her legs apart and see her spread open and glistening for him, her lips dark and the curls of hair damp and shiny.
The sight was irresistible, and he didn't bother trying. He bent his head and began to lick and kiss at her. The first touch of his tongue on her clit and she began to buck and thrash, so he seized her hips in an iron grip, holding her still so he could drive his tongue into her, tasting the rubber taste, but far more interested in getting past that the to the salt and spice of her own fluids.
He licked under her clit, opening her with his tongue and felt her gush wetness as he scraped upwards and then closed his mouth on her completely, sucking. She writhed beneath him making little crying sounds now, and he slowed down a little, just licking at her lightly, not wanting her to come again just yet.
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Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto + [OFC]; cameos by the torchwood team
Authors:
rm & kalichan Rating/Warning: NC-17, plot and porn. voyeurism. threesome [m/m/f]
Summary: For Ianto and Jack, two's company and three is an education. Takes place after 2x11: Adrift.
Wordcount: ~20, 200
Authors' Notes: Hi! We have finally found a name for this arc: I Had No Idea I Had Been Traveling. Since we are now officially calling it an arc with a plan and all, we should note that there are several more stories to come including a story post-Exit Wounds, another one post-Journey's End and two more sequels that we don't want to divulge any more about at this time. You will also be seeing prequel pieces for both Jack and Ianto individually that will wrap the whole thing together. We are, believe it or not, going somewhere very specific here. Finally, not precisely part of this arc, but definitely in the same 'verse, we're apparently writing a fic about life on the Valiant, solely because we found the best title ever for it. Hope you enjoy the calm, such as it is, before the storm in this particular installment. Jack & Ianto don't know what's ahead. But you do...
Previous installments:
A Strange Fashion of Forsaking
Dear Captain, Last Night I Slept in Mutiny
To Learn This Holding and the Holding Back
The Most Beautiful Girl in the World
I Imagine You Now in That Other City [Part 1]
Asha was so torn between nervousness, exhilaration and good old fashioned lust, that she was barely able to form thoughts, let alone words. This whole episode was fairly out of character for the woman she was now, although there were maybe a few nights from her university days that had come close, especially with the addition of certain illicit substances.
Still, she couldn't remember ever having felt this way sober.
Things like this didn't happen to people like her, she thought hazily as Jack sank his teeth into her neck. Gorgeous fellows in RAF coats, impeccably dressed boys in suits -- she felt like she'd stumbled into someone else's life, and she wasn't quite sure how to negotiate it.
Jack's hand was playing with the buttons of her shirt now, teasingly near her cleavage, and she raised her eyes and saw Ianto watching them in the rear view mirror. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, and for a brief moment, she felt a strange sense of union -- like the two of them were in this together, awestruck and drowning in the magic of this strange being who was right now kissing her clavicle.
Christ, she thought. I hope I'm not dreaming. But she could feel the scratchy wool of his coat sleeve brush against her neck, and she was fairly certain that even her subconscious wouldn't have added such a particular detail.
It wasn't long before Ianto pulled into some wasteground in a residential district; distantly, Asha realized they were somewhere on the edge between Gabalfa and Heath. How bizarrely ordinary, she thought.
"We're here," Ianto said unnecessarily after he'd stopped the car. "Everyone out."
Jack, of course, didn't readily heed the directive, and Asha was certainly of no mind to pull herself away from him in light of that.
Ianto twisted around in the driver's seat. "Seriously. It's a lot more comfortable upstairs. And if we could do this with a minimum of waking my neighbors," Ianto said, giving Jack a pointed look. To say they'd be indiscreet coming home on more than one occasion, rather vastly understated the case. They'd been lucky not to get caught, but even if they had, at least it had just been the pair of them. There was bad form and there was appallingly degenerate, and Ianto knew which one this would read as.
Asha was surprised. She had assumed from their odd, bickering ease with each other that they lived together. It was strange to think that they didn't. And strange too to try to fit herself into their dynamic, which now seemed so much less clear, even if it was just for a few hours.
Ianto got out of the car and opened the door to the back seat, smirking expectantly as Jack dragged himself out of the vehicle and offered a hand to Asha.
"Am I going to get to kiss him too?" she asked Jack, as he led them up to Ianto's front door.
"That's up to him," Jack said. "But I hope so. And more than that."
"Jack first," Ianto said, trotting a few paces to catch up with them. "I want to see."
"You a voyeur then?" Asha asked.
Ianto frowned as shoved his keys in the lock. "Not normally."
"I tend to make a mess of people's normal," Jack offered by way of explanation.
Asha kissed him again as he backed her into the building's foyer. "What are you?" she breathed, as he pulled away.
Jack and Ianto exchanged looks as they all walked up the flight of stairs and then paused at the door to Ianto's flat. This sort of thing happened sometimes, people sensing that Jack was wrong or more or different, but never in a situation where they actually had to do anything other than brush it off. Ianto wondered if this sort of thing happened often when Jack was on the pull, and if this was why he'd been so cold at Ianto's mention of retcon earlier.
"What do you think I am?" Jack asked at his most charming, pushing her into the apartment now and laughing against her mouth.
Asha shook her head and laughed. "Must be the clothes. Makes me want to write a storybook about you."
"Is that what you do?" Ianto asked.
She looked at him over Jack's shoulder and shook her head. "No, just for fun, I draw a bit is all."
Ianto smiled, glad to know something about her. "If you two could untangle yourselves for just a moment, I'll take your coats," Ianto said.
Jack reached a hand into the inside pocket of his coat, pulled out a sheaf of condoms, and threw them onto the coffee table.
"Direct, isn't he?" Asha said to Ianto as she handed him her coat. "Doesn't beat about the bush."
"Saves time for more important things," Jack said, bending to kiss her again, before shrugging the great coat into Ianto's waiting hands.
Ianto watched as Asha's eyes took in Jack's gun holster and widened with startlement. He draped the coats over the kitchen counter; this was hardly the moment to turn his back in the name of avoiding a few wrinkles. Asha looked from him to Jack and started to step back. She was freaking out, Ianto thought, angry at himself for forgetting even for a brief space of time that they were not normal and couldn't do anything ever without bloody Torchwood getting in the way.
"Look," she started. "I'm... ah... not sure this is...."
Jack stepped back in order to give her space, his hands open and empty, palms out; he was doing everything he could to seem non-threatening. Ianto thought it was a shame that it wasn't working.
"It's not really a big deal," Jack tried. "We don't --"
Blanching at the 'we,' she cut Jack off to ask Ianto, "Do you have one too?"
"Um, yes?" Ianto said.
"You said you were an archivist. Who are you people?"
"I am an archivist," Ianto said calmly, pulling his gun out of his shoulder holster, and setting it down on the coffee table. Asha edged away from them even more, and Ianto thought very fast. If they weren't careful she was going to run out the door, and he liked her, damn it.
"Jack?" he said, nodding to the table, and Jack very slowly eased the gun out of the holster and put it down next to Ianto's.
"I'm going to put them away, okay?" Ianto said to Asha, who was standing there rigidly, still looking like she might turn and flee at any moment.
She nodded, and Ianto picked them up and shoved them into his desk drawer. Out of sight, out of mind, he hoped. But that seemed too much to be expected.
"I'm sorry," Asha said, "but this is really getting a little too weird. I don't normally hang about with people who are armed. I mean, I don't normally go home with two fellows either, but there are limits. I think I'll just go --"
"We're really not that frightening," Jack said.
"We don't work for the mob or anything," Ianto said, interrupting him. "We're Torchwood."
Jack turned to glare at him, and Ianto shrugged.
"Torchwood?" she said. "Really? Both of you? You're not having me on?"
"Nope," Jack said. "Ianto and I may have to have a long talk later about the propriety of sharing that information, but he's not having you on."
"We have ID and everything, if you want to see," Ianto said.
"Okay," she said, surprising him.
Ianto pulled out his wallet, and flipped it open to show her his card. "There you go."
"Wow," she said. "This night gets stranger by the minute."
"I think you need a drink," Jack said. "You don't still want to leave, do you? Because that would be a shame." He ran a finger down the side of her cheek caressingly, and she shivered.
"Yeah, a drink'd be good. Thanks."
"Good. I'll get you both one. Ianto, something appropriate on your stereo, please?"
"Appropriate for this or appropriate for you?" Ianto asked dryly.
"Appropriate for fucking, I think," Asha said.
Jack turned and grinned from the kitchen. "I like her."
"Me too," Ianto said, smiling at Asha, before moving to the CD player.
She shook her head at them. "So, wait -- you work together?"
"Yep," Ianto said.
"Well, not so much together as that he works for me," Jack added from the kitchen.
Ianto rolled his eyes, and Asha laughed.
Jack returned from the kitchen with two gin and tonics and handed one each to them.
"None for you?" Asha asked, as she took a long swallow and then sank down onto the sofa.
"I'll have a sip from yours, if you don't mind," he said sitting down next to her, "just to show there's nothing in it," he added, throwing a pointed look at Ianto.
She handed him the glass, and he drank.
"Are you going to stop giving me that horrible, skeptical look now?" Jack asked, rather sweetly and with just a hint of a pout.
Asha took another long swallow of her drink instead. "Give me a few minutes," she said. "What do you guys do, other than screw up the traffic, anyway?" she asked.
"Shoot things," Ianto said dryly.
She burst out with a strange sort of nervous laughter.
"Keep people safe," Jack said. "At least that's the idea."
"And this is how you blow off steam?"
"Oh no, I was like this long before Torchwood," Jack said.
"And you?" Asha asked Ianto, who was still hovering near the stereo.
"Jack's a bad influence," he said.
"So you met at work?" she asked, somewhat incredulous.
"Ah, no," Ianto said before Jack could do something stupid like mention the stalking thing. "In a bar fight, actually," he supplied. It was close enough.
Jack, luckily, seemed to catch on and grinned at Ianto. "Then I hired him."
"Bloody hell," she said and leaned back into Ianto's sofa.
She kicked off a shoe and Ianto sipped at his drink.
"Are there any more surprises?" She asked.
"Only the good kind," Jack said softly and pulled her against him, but didn't go to kiss her immediately, still trying to make sure her heart was racing only for the right reasons.
Ianto did not want this to happen in his living room; among other things, she deserved better than a tumble on his couch, but thought suggesting they go to the bedroom right now was too inorganic, no matter how obvious their purposes this evening were, so he sat down at one of the bar stools in the kitchen, and kept his gaze intent on them all the while. That, he thought, was surely a clear enough signal, but right now, no matter what the other man had said earlier, it was all really down to Jack's judgment and not his own.
Jack reached his hands up to the back of her head and said softly, "May I?"
She nodded, and turned her head slightly so he could unpin her hair, which he did deftly.
When he was done, she shook her head a little, and her hair fell around her face like a long, silky dark curtain.
"Beautiful," Jack said.
She laughed. "At least now I have something to hide behind."
"And I have something to hold onto," Jack replied, running his hand through her hair, and then pulling her in for a kiss.
Ianto watched as Jack kissed her mouth and then her throat and then leaned her against the sofa arm to unbutton her shirt. She kissed him back, ran her nails down his neck (he made a pleased noise when she did), and made little humming sounds when he sucked at her throat.
Her eyes had closed, and Ianto wondered if he looked like this when Jack kissed him. Probably he did; even after all this time, he probably looked just as intoxicated and overwhelmed.
Ianto knew Jack would never feel wholly familiar, but somehow with this stranger in the room, Ianto could feel his alienness far more than usual, as if without someone like her to show him, he forgot sometimes how strange Jack was, how separate, how beyond them.
Jack had bent his head to her breast now, still covered with lace. She cried out softly when he took her nipple in his mouth, and her fingers fumbled in his hair.
Ianto swallowed, feeling his cock jump. Jack lifted his head, licked his lips, and smiled at him.
"Why don't you come closer?" he invited.
Asha's eyes opened, and she nodded encouragingly at him, smiling.
"Actually," Ianto said, clearing his throat, "why don't we move to the bedroom? It's more comfortable."
Jack looked down at Asha, who nodded. "I'm game," she said.
He stood up, and then looking over at Ianto, winked, and said, "Allow me." With that, he leaned down, and easily picked her up.
She yelped in surprise, before bursting into laughter and kicking off her other shoe.
"Show off," Ianto said good naturedly, shoving the strip of condoms into his pocket; she was a tall girl, and curvy; this couldn't possibly happen to her often.
"Yep," Jack said, grinning. "Works though."
He carried Asha towards the bedroom, and Ianto followed, wondering if Jack were showing him, on purpose, all the things they could never be to each other.
As they walked into the bedroom, Jack happened to turn slightly and caught the look on Ianto's face; he wanted to say a hundred things to him, but it was just as well that there was no time and that this wasn't the moment, because Jack wasn't really sure Ianto would understand or, for that matter, believe him. So Jack just smiled and shook his head at him slightly, and was rewarded with Ianto looking down for a moment and scuffing his shoe at the floor. Ianto was so many different things that, for a second, it knocked the breath out of Jack.
He set the still laughing Asha down on Ianto's bed and thumbed his braces down but made no move towards any of the rest of his clothes, knowing that after the gun thing, he really, really needed to let this woman feel somewhat in control of the proceedings, because even though she wasn't, she was far more so than she knew. Jack frowned for a moment; this was clearly getting to be a pattern with him.
“Come here, Ianto," she said, and he obeyed, moving closer to her.
Ianto stood at the side of his bed looking down at her with a smile, while Jack watched quietly, knowing what this was for the other man. He had hoped this little difficulty would come later, in the haze of things and so could be thought of after, instead of before, but, it was Ianto's turn tonight to step up, and the legacy of the dead was surely always a part of that.
"Yes?" Ianto asked, amused and almost wary. Jack thought that the reality that he was going to kiss this woman, and who knew what else, and that she'd never even know about Lisa, must have been hitting him intermittently for the last ten minutes or so. It was such a little thing to surrender, but Jack knew it had to be vaguely terrifying to him, if, luckily, unavoidable.
Asha kneeled up on his bed. "You started this; you kiss me," she said simply.
"You just want to see if I'm as strange as him," Ianto murmured softly, but not so softly Jack couldn't hear it, as he closed the distance to her lips.
"I do," she whispered, and Jack knew when she kissed him, she would be delighted that he wasn't.
Jack took the opportunity to kick off his shoes and socks, then padded on bare feet towards the bed as Ianto kissed her long and deep.
He watched as Asha curved her hand, manicured and polished, into Ianto's hair, pulling him in closer, watched Ianto give into it, and he smiled.
Then Ianto pulled away, and it was Asha's turn to lick her lips coquettishly at him.
Ianto stepped back and touched his fingers to his mouth, as if to feel the kiss still burning on it. He looked aroused and dismayed all at once, before he managed to wipe his face clean of emotion, and Jack could no longer read his expression.
He moved back from the bed and nodded to Jack.
Things were not going exactly as Jack had expected them too. He had begun this evening more than ready for the casual brutality of what was going to happen -- either way, whether Ianto triumphed or failed. But now faced with the reality of it, his willingness to follow through was diminishing steadily.
Ianto was sinking down into the armchair by the window now; Asha still kneeling, waiting for him on the bed. She was unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. It hung open, and he could see her body revealed.
He smiled at her, a promise in his eyes, before walking over to where Ianto was sitting in the armchair. He tipped up Ianto's face, bent and kissed him. He heard Asha's sharp intake of breath and knew she was feeling a sudden jolt of arousal. Why shouldn't she gasp? They were beautiful.
Ianto kissed him desperately as if he was trying to forget something, and when Jack broke the kiss, he didn't move for a second, his face still uptilted, his eyes closed -- and Jack felt a great pang somewhere inside himself. But before he could think what to do, how to ease the ache, Ianto opened his eyes and smiled at him.
Jack touched his cheek lightly and then stepped back. Ianto nodded encouragingly, and Jack returned to stand in front of Asha, who still waited for him on the bed.
"I hope Ianto won't be the only one getting a show tonight," she said.
"Don't worry," Ianto said, and Jack recognized the low gravelly pitch of his arousal.
"You're very wicked," Jack said to Asha. "And polite for someone who claims to never have done this sort of thing before."
"It's hard to miss," she said softly, bypassing Jack's teasing.
"What is?" Jack asked.
"Not my place to say if you don't know," she said coyly.
"Oh, believe me, I know," he said seriously and then kissed her hard, in part to put an end to the discussion. Jack couldn't remember a third ever making the rest of a situation so painfully obvious before, but then he hadn't done anything like this before when it both mattered and was yet so obviously unclear. He smiled slightly into the kiss. It was funny, finding something he hadn't done before. He hadn't expected it. And it made him pleased, if not for himself, then for these two strange souls.
Jack pushed her shirt of her shoulders and tossed it aside, hoping she wouldn't mind, and hoping, similarly, Ianto wouldn't feel impelled to pick up after them just now. He did away with her bra just as quickly and that seemed to be the key to her own aggression, her hands quickly pulling his shirt loose from his trousers and finding their way to his stomach and then up.
"You're spectacular," Jack said, content to watch her.
"Stop complimenting me, and let me see you already."
"Can you handle both?" Jack asked.
"I should hope," she said, as Jack finally got to work on his own clothes, and Ianto snorted. Jack paused just long enough to look over his shoulder at the other man and wink.
"I warn you, he's a tease," Ianto said.
"But I always deliver in the end," Jack said, finally pulling the white t-shirt off over his head.
Asha ignored him to run her nails up his chest and then gasped as she pressed her breasts against him.
"That's always the best moment, isn't it?" Jack murmured.
"What is?" she asked.
"That first touch. Never stops being shocking."
She nodded. It was true. Although she imagined it might be just a little more true with Jack than with other people.
"Bet you never stop being shocking either," she said, thinking it sounded silly, but getting that Jack liked banter and that part of the appeal was his odd joy.
"Mmmm, not really," he said, slipping a hand down between her still clothed legs.
She quivered, feeling herself get wet just at that, and he smiled before stepping back and stripping the rest of the way down to skin.
She couldn't help staring at him in a way that she knew must not appear very cool, but she'd truly never seen anything like it. He... glowed. There was really no other word for it. Around him everything else seemed to pale to insubstantiality; when he cupped her breasts in his hands, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, almost unable to bear it.
Jack took the proffered invitation to kiss her throat, and then she sank down, backwards onto the bed, pulling him after her.
He knelt between her thighs now, and she felt his hands at her hips.
"These come off now, I think," she heard him say.
She nodded, eyes still shut.
"Open your eyes," he said, voice pitched low with arousal. "You should see this."
She did as he said (did anyone ever disobey him, she wondered from somewhere far off) and then felt him kiss his way down her body, pausing to suck a nipple into his mouth teasingly, lick the valley between her breasts, and then finally undo the button of her trousers with his teeth, his hands pulling them down over her hips until all that was between them was a small scrap of lacy underwear.
"Pretty," Jack remarked, "but hardly useful."
"Then get rid of it already," Asha said, almost wishing he'd stop pausing for the commentary. But maybe, she thought, that meant that possibly he was nervous too. It seemed hard to imagine, but the audience of Ianto's sweet, funny awkwardness had to weigh on him somehow.
Jack smirked wickedly and rested his chin on her stomach as he pulled the panties down, her squirming to help only somewhat effective.
Ianto shifted in his chair, spreading his legs somewhat. It hadn't occurred to him when he'd blurted this ridiculous idea out in the first place how difficult it would be to just sit and watch. He wanted to touch them both. He desperately wanted to kiss Jack. He wanted to be naked and forgetting, and he wanted to hold their heads together so they would kiss and he could think of himself as generous instead of jealous or bereaved.
"Hey."
Ianto looked up, startled. Jack was talking to him.
"I didn't know her, but I bet she would have thought this was fucking hilarious," he said, probably unwisely. He'd explain to Asha in a moment. "So be here, okay?"
Ianto felt himself grin. He also felt tears spring to his eyes.
"Yes, Jack," he said softly. "Here. Now will you goddamn make her your whole world for at least five minutes?" he managed, laughing, but on the edge of something sad and strange and awe inspiring.
"He lost a girl, at Canary Wharf," Jack murmured to Asha softly enough that Ianto could pretend not to hear, and then raised his voice to add, "And I swear, this is going to be a hell of a lot more than five minutes."
Asha wanted to ask him how it was that a random pickup in a bar was pulling her apart like this, but the thing was, she already knew the answer, even if it was oddly in his voice. Because nothing's random. Nothing's casual. Which means sometimes you've got to act like everything is.
They were both naked now, and Asha spared a glance for Ianto sitting in the armchair, still mostly clothed, legs splayed a bit, for all the world like someone who'd just paid a great deal of money for a very good show. Yet the expression on his face didn't match; she'd seen the same thing at the gallery where she worked; the look of someone face to face with something they coveted and yet could never afford to own.
She didn't understand him or them but somehow it didn't matter, as Jack was pulling her up against him so she was kneeling again, and he'd shifted so he was behind her, pushing aside her hair so he could fasten his mouth at her throat; his hard, insistent cock pressed up against her arse and his hands were at her breasts -- if she looked down she could see them, white against her dark skin, and she could imagine the photograph they'd make, if only Ianto had been holding a camera.
She moaned as her nipples hardened under his deft, perfect fingers, and then he slid his hands down her body, twining his fingers in her pubic hair, lightly touching her folds.
"Dear god," she whispered as she felt herself get even wetter at his teasing.
"Nope," Jack said. "Just me."
Ianto was watching them avidly; even from here, she could see the outline of his cock in his trousers, and as Jack cupped her breasts again, as if offering them to him as temptation, she wondered if he would be able to resist.
He did though, stayed firmly planted in his chair, the quickened pace of his breathing, and his hands clenching on the arms of the chair the only signs that it was at all hard for him to do so.
Jack chuckled softly behind her, and it was so challenging, Asha couldn't help herself. She twisted to kiss him full on the mouth, and then suddenly he fell back onto the bed. She snaked herself around so that she was over him now, and as he reached up to try to capture her breast into his mouth, she held herself teasingly just out of reach.
"Turnabout's fair play," she said triumphantly. "I think you've teased me long enough, hmmm?"
His hand shot out to grasp her hip, hard, and with the other he rubbed a finger into her cunt. She moaned, trying to capture it to make him go deeper, farther, but he pulled away.
Then he sucked the finger into his mouth and licked it slowly, never taking his eyes from hers.
"Patience is a virtue," he said, and she growled.
Then something flew at him, hitting him on the shoulder, and he tensed with surprise.
"You seem like you might needing that soon," she heard Ianto say dryly.
It was a rubber, of course, and Asha smiled.
"Good to know you're on my side," she said to him.
"No fair ganging up," Jack said, as Asha picked up the packet and tore it open with her teeth.
"I think it's about the only way it is fair," Ianto said, but they weren't listening to him now.
Jack rolled the condom on without comment or complaint, and Asha was glad of both that and him pulling her hips up and then down onto him.
"Better now?" Jack asked coyly.
And it would have been, if he hadn't been holding her down so she couldn't move. She struggled against him and managed maybe half an inch.
"Damn you," she panted, even as she also laughed.
"The struggle's nice," Jack said, having to raise his gaze to her eyes from her breasts.
"So's fucking," she said with a growl, pulling her nails down over his chest and smiling when he arched his back and sighed and released his hands just a little.
It was enough for her to lean forward and kiss him, enough for her to start moving up and down on his cock, enough for Jack to laugh with delight.
"You sure you haven't done this before?" he asked in a breathless tease.
"Well, I've done ... this... before," she said.
"Clearly," he said, running his hands along her sides and thrusting his hips up into her.
Ianto hadn't expected the banter, although he didn't know why. Jack was constantly verbal with him in bed, but then, they always had too much to say to each other. Seeing it with someone else was strange and sweet, although in truth that mattered less than the spectacular view Ianto had of Jack's cock disappearing over and over into Asha's cunt. It was absolute porn movie material and he loved it, loved on some level the idea of Jack being reduced to nothing more than greedy, needy flesh.
Ianto squeezed his cock through his trousers and moaned with the pleasant hurt of it. It was so very tempting just to have himself off right there, but that wasn't the point of this. He wanted to see and to remember, because that was the funny thing about Jack. Since he couldn't die, there would never be anyone to remember him. And that seemed wrong. Ianto could surely endure a little longing in the name of secretly righting an imbalance of the universe only he cared about.
But god, it did feel good, and he squeezed himself again, letting his eyes flicker closed for just a moment.
Jack felt Asha clamp down on his cock; she was tight and hot around him, and he was almost grateful to be wearing a rubber, something to cut the sensation a little. He wanted this to last a while; he wanted her shuddering around him, helpless; wanted to feel her come around him, so that Ianto could see it.
She rose up off him, and then slid back down with a fast, scraping motion, and Jack felt his arousal spike like lightning. He angled his hips a little, so he was driving up against the core of her, and she threw her head back, cried out. He did it again, harder this time, and felt her buck against him.
"I'm going to come," she moaned.
He smiled. "Good," he said, thrusting up again, feeling her flesh convulse around him as she ground down, trying to take him deeper and deeper as he rutted up against her. She shattered beautifully around him, gasping and sighing gorgeously as he held her against him, her moans raw and helpless now, accompanying that amazing feeling of clasp and release around his cock.
Finally he felt her still around him, though she was still breathing heavily.
"That was --" she said.
"It gets better," Jack assured her.
He looked over to where Ianto was sitting on the chair -- and saw that somewhere in the middle of that, he had abandoned it to kneel beside the bed.
"Why are you still wearing clothes?" Jack asked, beginning to thrust upwards into Asha again with small, slight, teasing motions.
Ianto cleared his throat and said hesitantly, "I don't know?"
"Get rid of them," Jack said and didn't even need to look to know Ianto was doing as he said.
Holding Asha against him, so he wouldn't slip out, Jack rolled so that she was beneath him now, and she gave a little yelp of surprise.
He grinned down at her, and said, "Impressive, aren't I?"
She laughed and then gasped as he drove into her all the way and then slowly, luxuriously pulled back so she could feel his cock rub over every fraction of her cunt.
The bed creaked as Ianto sat down upon it, close to them but not touching.
"Kiss me," Asha said. "Please?"
"Of course," Jack said, and it was gentle, the sort of thing that made Ianto have respect for the man. It would be so easy to be Jack and be a real bastard. To leave people wanting and thinking it was because they somehow weren't good enough. Jack never, ever did anything like that at all when he was thinking, and when he wasn't, as much as Ianto hated to admit it, he usually had a pretty good excuse.
Jack broke the kiss, still thrusting in a short, shallow rhythm, just to keep everyone in mind of what they were still doing, but definitely not trying to overhwhelm.
"Ianto, you too," she panted. "Please?"
Jack turned his head just enough to catch Ianto's eye and smiled. Asha might have been desperate for him, but it was Ianto she liked, and Jack was pretty sure no amount of spectacular sex was going to change that. He was glad, even if it made him feel lonely. Ianto deserved top billing once in a while.
Ianto stretched across the bed to her and smoothed her hair back.
"You didn't imagine I'd say no, did you?" he asked.
Jack bit his lip and tried to think about fucking so as not to say anything, but Ianto asking questions like that pleased him. It was Ianto learning everything he could from Jack, including that he really, in certain arenas, had maybe never needed to learn from him at all.
"I didn't imagine," she breathed.
"Go on," Jack said. "Be beautiful for me," punctuating it with a thrust and a kiss to Asha's neck and a falsely coy glance.
"We already are," Ianto said. He kissed her long and deep, and Jack felt her whole body relax into it. It was surrender, and it was perfect. Or, at least, would be, if Ianto proved himself to be happy with this turn of events.
Ianto broke the kiss with a gasp and then a laugh, turning to look at Jack. Then he darted forward for an awkward kiss over Asha's head.
"Ah," Jack said, smiling now, worry over the other man finally dissipating. "Pleased?"
"Pleased," Ianto affirmed, hand trailing from Asha's hair to her breasts.
"Do you want Ianto to have you too, Asha?" Jack asked, remembering not to be too crude.
"You haven't --"
"Nor do I plan to. Not yet," he said cutting her off.
"But --"
"He likes the anticipation," Ianto said dryly. "I also suspect the list of things he wants to do is too long even for his powers of recovery."
Asha laughed.
"So do you?" Jack asked.
She nodded frantically and then looked at Ianto inquiringly. "If that's all right?"
Ianto nodded and smiled, although it was a bit tight, a bit shy, a bit awkward. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah," and then he laughed at himself.
Jack grit his teeth as he pulled out of Asha, the sudden lack of stimulation actually painful. Asha too whimpered at the loss.
"Shhhh," Jack said, replacing his cock with two fingers, while he peeled the condom off with the other hand and tossed it aside.
Ianto had slid down to lie beside her, and he kissed her shoulder as he played with her breasts. Jack looked down at the pair of them and smiled, before leaning down to kiss her stomach and then put his hands on her thighs so he could push her legs apart and see her spread open and glistening for him, her lips dark and the curls of hair damp and shiny.
The sight was irresistible, and he didn't bother trying. He bent his head and began to lick and kiss at her. The first touch of his tongue on her clit and she began to buck and thrash, so he seized her hips in an iron grip, holding her still so he could drive his tongue into her, tasting the rubber taste, but far more interested in getting past that the to the salt and spice of her own fluids.
He licked under her clit, opening her with his tongue and felt her gush wetness as he scraped upwards and then closed his mouth on her completely, sucking. She writhed beneath him making little crying sounds now, and he slowed down a little, just licking at her lightly, not wanting her to come again just yet.
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Appropriate for fucking?
Date: 2008-08-07 06:03 pm (UTC)To wit:
"Pomme" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApY1NsZb6co)
"Roche" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zC590kqEuE)
"Sexual Sportswear" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgwUJRlhtHM)
Too obvious?
It's really good for making out as well. It's only available at American Apparel in the US! I braved American Apparel (http://flickr.com/photos/deraesthet/144650840/) for this. It's that good.
I can't wait to finish this. Whilst listening to Sébastien. And maybe a little Serge, too. "Histoire de Melody (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVm-Fw-DtJU) Nelson" in is entirety? "Je t'aime, moi non plus" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHiMDB19Dyc)? I'm putting too much thought into this soundtrack.
Re: Appropriate for fucking?
Date: 2008-08-07 06:36 pm (UTC)I'm putting too much thought into this soundtrack.
So you see, we need you! Ianto needs you. These are awesome. I'd never heard Sébastien before, but Serge definitely. "Je t'aime, moi non plus" = hilarious and awesome.
Re: Appropriate for fucking?
Date: 2008-08-07 07:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-11 03:53 pm (UTC)And again, we see that in sex Jack is real and mortal. It's his refuge so to speak in a world that doesn't allow for a lot of refuges anymore. Also, not shutting up is clearly and essential part of his personality, perhaps even what keeps him immortal or so one would think ;)
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Date: 2008-08-11 03:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-11 04:37 pm (UTC)Would Jack be impressive enough for you? I'm sure he'd certainly try to be ;-)
He never shuts up when there is someone around to talk to (or at). Ever. Even when it would be way, way smarter to do so.
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Date: 2008-08-11 08:38 pm (UTC)The parallels between Jack and me sometimes are scary lol why i can't have a pretty Teaboy who is neither pretty nor makes tea is totally beyond me.
It works out extremely well because Asha screams to be feminine and embodying everything would associate with femininity down to the fact that she has pubic hair. The obsession with bald pussy really is beyond me.
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Date: 2008-12-31 03:44 am (UTC)I couldn't help seeing the comment about the soundtracks; I make playlists all the time. My dad had the vinyl single of Je t'aime! I loved that song before I knew it was about sex!
Sexy Boy (Air) is another good one. What is it about French?????
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHq7HepMNpU
Moving on for the climax .....
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Date: 2008-12-31 04:50 am (UTC)