'We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.'

Pride Cometh Before Ianto

2009-06-16T11:17:14Z

Written for the Comment Porn Battle IV

Title: Pride Cometh Before Ianto
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: <1000
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: If Jack wants you to do something, you might want to do it...

“Please Jack…” The words slipped from his lips and Ianto could have bitten his own tongue out when he heard the needy, pleading tone of them. He was vaguely ashamed by how easily Jack could take him to the edge, but the shame was quickly overtaken by his more immediate needs.

Well, need. One need. He needed to come.

Jack, the irritating bastard, was sitting back in his chair as he wanked Ianto off slowly with one hand.

“What was that?” he asked, eyes crinkling as his lips curved in that cocky grin.

Ianto bit his lip and shook his head. Damned if he was going to let Jack realise just how far gone he was. He might have no shame but he still had some pride left.

He’d only come into the office to drop off some paperwork. A second too long leaning over Jack’s shoulder, a whiff of those pheromones and before he knew it, he was leaning back against Jack’s desk with his mouth open and his trousers round his ankles.

The door to Jack’s office was still wide open and anyone could walk right in. Ianto’s inner exhibitionist revelled in the knowledge, even as his more level-headed side prayed that his team-mates knew by now when to keep away.

He looked down to see Jack’s tongue snake out from his mouth and watched avidly as Jack leant in and lapped at the very tip of his cock, eyes locked to his. His stomach muscles clenched as Jack wrapped his lips around the head and began to suck, very, very softly. Ianto moved a hand to Jack’s head, almost involuntarily, as he watched him. Just holding him there, not trying to direct him.

There was nothing in the world like watching Jack Harkness give a blow job. He applied himself to every single one with gusto. Licking, sucking, lapping, even gentle nibbling on occasion. As good as it felt to be on the receiving end, Ianto always thought that the real beauty of it was in being able to watch Jack. Eyes blown in pleasure and a quiet peace around him as he lost himself in his task. His world became reduced down to a heavy weight on his tongue, the ache in his jaw, his nostrils filled with the scent of another man’s arousal. Quite simply, Jack loved sucking cock.

He’d explained it to Ianto once. Well, described would be a better word. He’d described every thing he loved about it to Ianto while Ianto knelt in front of him sucking him off. Ianto had gotten so worked up as Jack had gone into intimate detail that he’d come in his own trousers without even touching himself.

That memory wasn’t helping his composure as Jack began to suck him that little bit harder, drawing more of his length into his mouth. He had to concentrate to stop himself from thrusting his hips and forcing himself into Jack’s mouth. Choking him would bring a speedy halt to the proceedings.

As he felt his climax begin to build, he threw his head back, breaking eye contact with Jack. The firm grip at the base of his cock and the removal of Jack’s mouth had him snapping his head back down instantly.

“Wha…?” he managed, trying to push Jack’s head back towards him, not understanding why Jack was stopping, why he wasn’t letting him come.

Jack looked up at him, lips swollen and pouting and eyes laughing. His free hand reached into his shirt pocket and Ianto groaned as he pulled out a cock ring.

“Should have begged me more,” Jack said, buckling the ring around the base of Ianto’s cock. He pressed a kiss to the tip, before sitting back in his chair, arching an eyebrow.

“That,” said Jack, tapping the ring, “stays on until I say otherwise.”

Ianto looked at him in disbelief, hoping he was joking, brain still foggy with the effect of his aborted orgasm. His lips moved to form the word ‘please’ but no sound came out. Jack couldn’t, he wouldn’t be this cruel.

“Better get yourself tucked away there,” said Jack, standing up and moving to walk past him.

“Oh, and Ianto?” He leant in close and whispered in his ear, “I’ll know if you cheat.”

And with that, Jack was gone, leaving Ianto standing there, gasping, bare from waist to ankle with his hard, red cock bound in a tight leather strap. Pride be damned. The next time he and Jack were together, he was going to beg.

Irritating bastard.

Best. Week. Ever!!!

2009-06-04T11:12:08Z

Just home from a couple of days in London, where I saw Burn in Oliver (squee!) to find a letter from Edinburgh Napier University.

dun dun dunnnn

They have offered me a place on their Masters Publishing Course, starting in September!!!

I am so excited!

TV Meme (taken from sheryden)

2009-05-13T23:24:11Z

Supposed to be writing an essay at the moment. So, of course, I'm doing anything possible to distract myself.

5 TV Shows You Loved As A Kid
1) Captain Planet
2) Mysterious Cities of Gold
3) The Krypton Factor
4) James Bond Junior
5) Quantum Leap

5 TV Characters You Would Shag
1) Ianto Jones
2) Stuart Alan Jones (QaF)
3) Debra Morgan (Dexter)
4) Sam Beckett (Quantum Leap)
5) Kate Austen (Lost)

5 TV Moments You Still Remember (And Probably Won’t Forget)
1) Season 2 opener from 'Lost'. Desmond in his morning routine turning out to be in the hatch was one of the 'eyes wide, mouth hanging open, OMG!' moments of television history. Best opening scene of anything, ever.
2) 'If you're interested, I've still got that stopwatch...'
3) Stuart's coming out speech to his family in QaF.
4) 'EVERYBODY LIVES!!!'
5) 'The Face of Boe, they used to call me!'

5 Shows You Can't Get Enough Of
1) Torchwood
2) Lost
3) The L Word
4) The Wire
5) The Apprentice

5 Shows You Want to Watch
1) Cane
2) The Mentalist
3) The Sopranos
4) The Sarah Jane Adventures
5) Pushing Daisies

5 Shows You Just Can’t Get Into
1) Merlin
2) Supernatural
3) SGA
4) The Office US
5) Any of the Star Treks other than TNG

5 TV Characters You Could Do Without
1) Sylar (Heroes)
2) Juliet Burke (Lost)
3) Helena Peabody (The L Word)
4) Lana Lang (Smallville)
5) Deanna Troi (Star Trek TNG)

Hmm... Am I wrong for disliking so many female characters or are people just not able to write women well?

5 TV Theme Songs You Know (and Love) By Heart
1) Captain Planet (It was my ringtone for a while...)
2) Mysterious Cities of Gold
3) The Wire
4) Star Trek TNG
5) Stargate SG1, with the words from the commentary: 'Stargaaate, it's a great big world....'

Eek... Personal Statement...

2009-03-03T17:03:48Z

Trying to fill out a postgrad application form. Have it all done apart from the 'Personal Statement'.

I don't think 'I really like books' is going to be good enough there.... This is hard. I don't want to come across as too gushing but I do want to get my enthusiasm across. Also, not sure how much of a sense of humour these people will have. I should probably err on the side of caution there...

Writer's Block: More Island Time

2009-03-03T16:59:01Z

You're packing your bag for that other desert island—the one with no electricity—what 5 books do you take with you?

Submitted By mika_uriah

View 501 Answers

Easy question!

Jane Eyre, Atonement, 1984, Heart of Darkness and Catcher in the Rye.

Frozen Dreams, The Warmth of Life

2009-01-08T03:24:19Z

For day eight of the redismycolour challenge.

The prompt was Vivaldi's Four Seasons, specifically 'Winter' which is quoted in the fic.

Title: Frozen Dreams, The Warmth of Life
Rating: G.
Summary: A short character study of Ianto in three parts.

Allegro non molto
To tremble from cold in the icy snow,
In the harsh breath of a horrid wind;
To run, stamping one's feet every moment,
Our teeth chattering in the extreme cold

When he was seven years old, Ianto Jones ran away. He planned it for two weeks beforehand, packing his bag carefully with spare clothes, tins of food stolen from the cupboards and his favourite book. The morning he ran away, he packed his toothbrush and left to get the school bus as normal.

He was declared missing at lunchtime when the school rang his father. He was found three hours later, hiding in a neighbours shed.

The next time he ran away was eleven years later. He got his A-Levels, decided to postpone university and turned down his father’s offer to work in his business. Instead, he went to Leeds where he got a temporary job in a coffee shop and spent his weekends popping pills in disused quarries.

His break for freedom lasted five months. Until he got the phone call to say that his father had had a heart attack and he was needed at home. The doctors blamed it on stress and being overworked and Ianto did his best not to feel guilty.

Largo
Before the fire to pass peaceful,
Contented days while the rain outside pours down.

London was where it all began to make sense. First in the shape of a permanent job, then in the form of Lisa. She understood him in a way that nobody ever had. Ever would.

His days were spent filling in spreadsheets, his evenings were spent in laughter and friendship and his nights were spent holding his girl in his arms.

It was too perfect to last.

Allegro
We tread the icy path slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping and falling.
Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground and, rising, hasten on across the ice lest it cracks up.
We feel the chill north winds course through the home despite the locked and bolted doors...
this is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delights.

Torchwood Three gave him meaning again. To do so, it had to break him first. It continues to break him a little every day - every time he has to wipe a memory, every time he has to forge a death, every time he watches someone else’s world get torn apart. He’s held together by Jack, a constant presence, who puts the pieces back in place each and every time.

He survives by refusing to remember the past. He endures by ignoring the future and the death that awaits him. He takes it a step at a time and never once thinks about running away.

He survives because he has to. This is his life.

In Which I'm Not Ecstatic About The New Doctor...

2009-01-03T20:04:24Z

Doctor: Jack! Excellent! Need your help with a little problem here.

Jack: And you are….?

Doctor: I’m the Doctor! I regenerated!

Jack: Ianto put you up to this, didn’t he? Tell him nice try. Even I’m not that gullible.

Best of 2008!!

2008-12-23T19:19:32Z

Nicked this from absinthefairy88

Book - Non Fiction - Don't tend to read that much non-fiction actually... Um... Does 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' count? It's not quite fiction and I did read it this year...
Book - Fiction - Toss up between The Kite Runner and The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas.
TV Show - Heh. Torchwood of course!
TV Moment - The trailer for the TW crew at the end of 'Turn Left'. Up until then, had no idea they'd be in Doctor Who. I was so excited I actually danced to see them.
Album - Funhouse by Pink.
Single - I Kissed a Girl - Katy Perry. I'm embarrassed to actually say that but it is the single that stuck out most for me.
Movie - The Fall with Julian Bleach and that dude that plays Ned in 'Pushing Daisies'
DVD - TV Boxset of Six Feet Under
Actor - Movie - David Thewlis.
Actor - TV - William Fichtner in Prison Break. The only reason I continue to watch that show!
Actress - Movie - Zelda Williams (Robin Williams' daughter) in Were the World Mine.
Actress - TV - Lauren Ambrose (Six Feet Under)

Also the Top 5 Days of 2008

1) My birthday and the surprise sort-of party they threw for me in work.
2) The Hub. The Hub. The Hub.
3) My friends wedding.
4) Obama getting elected!!
5) Cardiff Uni Open Day - met some great people and got to see the Bay!

"If I had a pound for every time..."

2008-12-12T18:33:07Z

Title: "If I had a pound for every time..."
Rating: G
Summary: Ianto has a... unique... way of saving.
Wordcount: <200

“New jacket?” asked Gwen, running her fingers over the cuff almost reverently. It really did look good on Ianto. She made a mental note to find out where he got his clothes from. Rhys could use a well cut suit.

Ianto nodded. “Armani,” he offered, with a hint of pride and a touch of embarrassment at his own indulgence.

Gwen let out a low whistle. “Must have set you back a fair bit,” she said enviously, continuing to stroke the sleeve. “All our savings went on the wedding. It’ll be a while before I can afford to treat myself.”

Ianto looked around quickly before bending towards her and lowering his voice. “I’ll let you in on a secret,” he whispered. “Every time Jack flirts with someone else, I put a pound into my savings account.”

Gwen raised her eyebrows. “And you saved enough to buy this coat?” Maybe she should think of doing something similar.

Ianto straightened up. “No, Gwen,” he smirked. “I bought this with just the interest!

Which Torchwood Character Are You??

2008-12-08T23:24:14Z

Which Torchwood Character Are You? Your Result: Captain Jack Harkness You most resemble the team's outrageous, mysterious leader. Cheeky, sexy, and charming, people are drawn to your charisma, but at the same time you tend to keep your relationships superficial. You aren't afraid of your emotions and tend to just let them out, but you are afraid of truly connecting with those around you.
Gwen Cooper
Toshiko Sato
Owen Harper
Ianto Jones
Which Torchwood Character Are You? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

Vince!

2008-11-28T12:54:23Z

Just read that QaF's Craig Kelly is going to be joining Coronation Street. *sigh* I'm really trying to stay away from the soaps this year and concentrate on college work, but when they keep putting my favourite actors in, it's just too hard.

Lost Souls Reaction

2008-09-10T16:34:48Z

I can't make up my mind over this one.

I did like it. But I think I built it up too much in my mind before listening to it. And that's never good. The fantasy is nearly always better than the reality.

But I did like it.

The science was sketchy as hell. But, it's Torchwood. I've never once watched that show for the logic or the plot and I'm not going to start now. :) The actual explanation of what CERN was and how it worked was nice and clear, if a little clumsily inserted. But that said, it would have been difficult to fit in anywhere. They managed it as seamlessly as they probably could have.

The best part of the play was undoubtedly the teamwork between Jack, Gwen and Ianto and seeing how they're working as a trio. Gwen and Ianto in particular have a lovely little interplay going on. In part they remind me of two kids trying to wind up 'Dad' with the whole 'Darling' thing. Jack being sulky over it though... I'm not sure just how in character that seemed. It's getting difficult to seperate canon from fanon sometimes but I think his 'whatever' was a little too close to fanon for my liking. That said, I loved his 'WHAT?' in the background when Ianto was named as the Welsh ambassador.

It's getting hard to organise my thoughts into proper coherence here...

I know some people are a little annoyed that once again emo!Ianto came out to play. And I get that. But, at the same time, it made sense! Ianto's the only one to have such a huge, tragic loss which essentially has made him into the person he is today. Of course he's going to be the most affected by the dead talking to him. On the other hand, I'm so tired of hearing about Lisa. Considering that even John and Gareth were laughing over the whole 'Lisa!' thing back at Dragon*Con, it seems that it's just been done to death now. I think I probably would have felt better over it if Ianto had tried harder to fight back, or if he'd come out of it by himself or even with the help of Jack. Shameless Janto shipper that I am.

Gwen... *looks around furtively*.... I'm starting to love her. I really am. She was just so ass-kicking and made of awesome here. And she saved Ianto. That's gets her cool points in my book.

Martha... I liked her here. And I thought that Freema did a really nice job. I have a hard time taking Martha seriously on screen a lot, but I think Freema did a really nice job with the radio acting. Better than usual.

Jack... probably the less said the better. :) It's times like this that I really wish John Barrowman was a better actor. I love him, I really do, but there were some godawful deliveries in this which kind of brought things down. It's really hit and miss with him and while there were a lot of hits here, there were also a hell of a lot of misses. I did love how he said Gwen and Ianto's names differently when he was saying that 'the best I can do now is take care of Gwen. *sigh* And Ianto." Something that both Gwack fans and Janto fans can interpret differently. And be pleased with.

But enough negativity. The things I really loved:

"Candyfloss!" - You could actually hear Gareth enjoy this line! There was something so innocent and joyful about it and I loved the fact that he just blurted it out.

Jack's phone call to Martha with Ianto and Gwen fighting the Weevil in the background - I laughed through most of it. Especially the splash and Ianto's triumphant laughter afterwards. It set the tone for the episode nicely. A serious subject but there were undercurrents of humour throughout.

"My bike's got a bell." *ding* - Enough said.

The conversation Jack and Martha had about Owen and Tosh - It seemed very IC for Jack. He actually feels guilt over recruiting them, which could lead to him being reluctant to recruit anyone else just yet. It's a theme I hope they touch on next season.

Faith versus Science - There cannot be enough of this in Torchwood. From the opening episode where we learn there's only darkness after death, it's something that has kept me absolutely hooked on the show. I love the fact that for the most part they aren't shy about proclaiming that there's nothing after death.

Ianto quoting Tennyson - A Welsh accent and poetry? Yes please!

Gwen/Ianto friendship - One of the most enjoyable dynamics on the show. From the teaming up against Jack to Gwen saving his life to him thanking her with a kiss, it was just wonderful.

"And coffee. You love coffee. Coffee and Jack." - Squee. Enough said. :)

ETA: 'Reverse the polarity!' - I did squee ever so slightly every time this was said. Although they were reversing the polarity of the proton flow here, it seemed...

Gareth's delivery of 'in Switzerland!' was hilarious. I don't know if it was intentional or not but I loved it!

I'm a Tool, I'm a Tool, I'm a Big, Big, Tool

2008-09-07T23:50:44Z

So for the last two weeks, I've been unable to get audio on any video I've watched on youtube. I've spent the past few days scrawling through various help sites for this, trying to reinstall Flash, looking at reinstalling the actual sound drivers themselves and loads of other things that I don't fully understand.

Guess what the actual problem was! The volume slider on the youtube videos themselves were at zero....

Hmmm...

2008-08-26T22:36:04Z

Just found out today that some of the people in my college are setting up a Dr. Who society. Part of which will be Torchwood related of course. So now, I have to decide whether the benefits of joining outweigh the embarrassment of being a member...

I'm sensing the embarrassment will win...

Effing Hell!!!

2008-07-29T20:18:09Z

Which Torchwood Character Are You?
created with QuizFarm.com You scored as Gwen Cooper

You are a kind but cunning person that goes with the flow.
You are often vulnerable to having your heart broken and your emotions toyed with, but you do your fair share of it yourself!
You are also a workaholic, but you still like to keep your personal life as normal as possible (Still failing).

Gwen Cooper

80%

Ianto Jones

67%

Toshiko Sato

53%

Owen Harper

33%

Weevil

33%

Suzie Costello

33%

There's a button at the end of the quiz marked 'Report Offensive Quiz'... Well, yeah, I'm slightly offended. I've just been told I'm like Gwen Bloody Cooper!

Daisies

2008-07-21T21:03:36Z

Wrote this for a fluff battle a while back and haven't got round to posting it on my journal yet.

Title: Daisies
Rating: G
Summary: Fluff should cover it.... Sunny day, picnic, Jack acts like a ten year old nuisance

It was one of those rare sunny days in Cardiff. A day when you wake up at the crack of dawn because the sun streaming through your bedroom window is refusing to allow you to stay asleep any longer. Its rays calling to you to get up and explore the wonders that this new day is going to bring.

Not only was it one of those rare sunny days in Cardiff, it was one of those rare sunny days in which neither Jack nor Ianto was expected at the Hub. If Ianto didn’t know better, he’d swear Jack had planned the whole thing. The first sunny day in three weeks just happening to coincide with their first day off in three months. Ianto had worked for Torchwood far too long to believe in coincidences but when he broached the question with Jack, he had received nothing more than a raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk in response.

They were sitting in Bute Park, Ianto’s head on Jack’s lap and the remains of a picnic lunch strewn out around them. At first, Ianto had been sceptical of the idea of a picnic but Jack had looked at him with those pleading eyes and Ianto had been unable to refuse.

Once in the park, Jack had insisted that Ianto remove his shoes and feel the grass under his feet. Ianto choked with laughter at this request. Jack had a habit of getting up in the middle of the night to watch DVDs or read when he spent the night at Ianto’s. Now it seemed he had found Lisa’s collection of romantic comedies and was working his way through them. This week was ‘Pretty Woman’ but last week Ianto could have sworn he heard the words ‘You complete me’ just before he fell asleep, choosing wisely to pretend he had not heard anything.

He looked up at Jack through half-lidded eyes, sleepy after his picnic lunch and the morning they’d spent love-making. Jack’s fingers stroked gently through his hair, calming and soothing him even further and soon he fell into a light sleep.

He awoke to the sound of Jack’s mobile phone ringing and a deep groan resonating from the man himself as he answered. After a few sharp words, he sighed deeply and said, “Right, we’re on our way then.”

Ianto sat up and yawned. “Trouble?” he asked stretching his arms above his head.

Jack looked at him with a fond smile on his face and leaned in to give him a quick kiss. “We’re needed,” he replied and quickly began packing away their belongings before heading to Ianto’s car.

They drove quickly to the location given to them by Owen and with the five of them working on the alien threat, it was soon contained. Ianto noticed that he was receiving a few odd looks from the other team members but put it down to them not being used to seeing him in a tshirt and jeans, rather than in his usual suit.

He became rather unnerved upon receiving the same odd looks from the police who had arrived to cordon off the area and he could swear that some were trying to contain giggles as they addressed him.

The reason soon became clear…

Upon arriving back at the Hub, he went directly to the stainless steel coffee maker in order to supply the caffeine deprived team with their favourite beverages. Working on autopilot, he drifted off into space, only coming back into himself when he realised there was something odd about his reflection in the stainless steel.

His hand drifted to his hair and he closed his eyes in frustration as he realised that threaded through his brown locks were daisies. Lots and lots of daisies.

Smiling slightly and shaking his head in amusement, he reached for the jar of instant and spooned some into Jack’s usual cup. Coming up with revenge for this little stunt of Jack’s was going to be fun.

'Tis Official

2008-06-12T19:13:11Z

60% Geek

OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets

Remember those annoying Chain Letters...

2008-05-29T21:22:52Z

stopwatch_plz tagged me in a meme to write 8 random facts/habits about myself...

The Rules:
1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people.

Oh, those of you that are new to my flist, this isn't something I do often, so try not to worry about being spammed! :D

So, here goes...

1) I'm pretty obsessive about stickers or price tags on any books, CDs or DVDs I buy. The first thing I do when buying them is take off anything stuck to them.

2) I hate lending books to people because they always forget to return them. Having said that, I'm a complete hypocrite because I've at least five books on my shelf that I've borrowed from other people (mainly my brother and sister) and never got round to returning.

3) All my money (notes) has to face the same way in my wallet and is usually ordered in ascending order of worth.

4) I stick posters onto the inside door of my wardrobe rather than on my walls because the door is usually always left open.

5) Despite having a less than good singing voice, I used to be in a few choirs when I was younger. I've sung in a show that starred Ben Kingsley and I've sung in Ireland's National Concert Hall.

6) Despite being only 23, I've worked as a waitress, a debt collector, a tele-sales person, a cashier in a Credit Union, a market researcher, a shop assistant, a teacher, a lounge girl, as general office support staff and my current job as a part-time bookseller. None of these are what I want to do as a career.

7) I once did a bungee jump into the Mediterranean.

8) I'm such a JB fangirl that when I bumped into Daniel Bedingfield last year, one of the first things I said to him was 'Ooh! I saw you on that episode of Never Mind the Buzzcocks with John Barrowman!'

'kay. I've to tag eight people now. Apologies if you've already done this! And nobody has to do this either if you don't want to. I tag: avon_09 boo_jones melindakitty rayvnbryce</lj>sheryden greenforest_elf china_white thirstyrobot

Open-Minded Kids Rock!!!

2008-05-25T22:16:31Z

God, I love kids!

Was in work today and this woman comes up to the till with a little boy who was no more than four or five years old. He walks up the counter, as bold as brass, and asks 'Do you have a boyfriend?' Of course, me and the woman laugh and I tell him that I don't. He considers this for a moment, then says 'Oh. Do you have a girlfriend?'

It seriously made my day!

Right so...

2008-05-23T00:45:32Z

You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Paperclips

2008-05-16T21:36:06Z

Title: Paperclips
Pairing: Janto
Rating: NC17
Summary: Smut. Part of the Making the Ordinary Extra-Ordinary Challenge. I didn't mean to claim one of my own prompts but the bunnies bit me. I had no choice.

Ianto lay sprawled out on his back on Jack’s desk, shirt unbuttoned and his trousers and boxers around his ankles. He was the very picture of debauchery. Jack leaned over him and gave him a long, hard kiss.

“Hands flat on the desk,” he ordered once he broke the kiss. Ianto did so, with a raised eyebrow. His curiosity increased once Jack held up four brightly coloured paperclips.

Jack held up a red paperclip and placed it on the back of Ianto’s right hand.

“Keep your hand still!” he warned.

The second paperclip went onto the back of Ianto’s left hand, the third onto his right shoulder and the fourth onto his left shoulder. The slightest movement would cause them to fall and with a sinking feeling, Ianto recognised the game Jack had in mind.

Jack saw the realisation dawn in his eyes and nodded, with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Now then Mr. Jones,” he said, sinking to his knees, “Your job is to keep still. The second one of those paperclips fall, I will stop what I’m doing.” With that Jack gave Ianto an absolutely filthy smile before taking his hard cock into his mouth.

It took all of Ianto’s concentration not to clench his hands into fists as he felt that warm, wet heat engulf him. He closed his eyes and breathed steadily, resisting the urge to reach out and grab Jack’s hair or grab onto the desk itself or, in short, do anything that would cause one of the paperclips to fall.

He groaned loudly as he felt Jack run his tongue along the slit before swirling around the tip. Jack’s hands rested on his thighs and he couldn’t raise his head to look at him without dislodging one of the paperclips on his shoulders. All he could do was lie back and feel his knees grow weak as Jack took him deep into his mouth, sucking steadily.

This was torture. Jack moved down to nuzzle his balls, nipping at them gently before returning to his cock and running his tongue along the underside before taking him back into his mouth. Ianto felt his own breathing increase and his hips bucked slightly as Jack’s teeth lightly grazed him. Jack’s hands moved up to Ianto’s hips to hold him down, keeping him even more immobile than he already felt.

Jack increased his movements on Ianto’s cock steadily, sucking harder and more intensely. Ianto felt himself grow closer and closer to the edge, willing himself desperately to keep still. He knew from past experience that Jack would carry out his threat to stop if Ianto’s movements caused any of the paperclips to fall. Moans poured from his lips and it took all of his self-restraint not to move his hands to Jack’s head and hold him still while he bucked up into his mouth.

Thankfully, Jack was keeping the teasing to a minimum. He had the skills to draw Ianto to the edge of orgasm and bring him back from it repeatedly, on one memorable occasion doing this seven times in a row until Ianto had begged him to let him finish. Tonight however, he seemed willing to keep this straightforward and allow Ianto to come quickly.

Ianto felt that familiar tingle in his spine that let him know he was coming close and a hitch in his breathing must have given this away to Jack. Jack reached down with one hand gently rolling and squeezing Ianto’s balls while the other hand reached up to pinch a nipple. The triple assault was enough for Ianto who came with a groan, his cock pushing deep into Jack’s mouth. Jack swallowed greedily before standing up.

He leaned over Ianto, kissing him deeply. Ianto’s tongue licked into his mouth, revelling in the taste of himself. As they kissed, Jack’s hands reached down to reclaim the four paperclips which remained where he had placed them on Ianto’s body. He held them up with a grin.

“I think this one was too easy for you. I’ll have to come up with something more challenging for next time.”

Ianto smiled back before giving Jack’s groin a pointed look, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Maybe. But for now, we still have to do my challenge.”

Making the Ordinary Extra-Ordinary

2008-05-16T17:17:34Z

If there's one thing Torchwood fangirls and fanboys are immensely talented at, it's taking the most ordinary object and turning it into a weapon of smut! :)

With that in mind, I've decided to host a challenge of sorts.

The rules are simple - basically leave a comment naming a standard ordinary every day object. Someone else can come along then and turn that object into a weapon of SMUT and write a short (or long!) fic including that object in some way in the games. You can post your fic here or leave a link to your own lj.

Any pairing allowed. There's no 'claiming' of prompts - even if someone has written about an object already, feel free to come along and write about it yourself. And any genre is allowed - crack, angst, fluff, all forms of smut!

As a starter and off the top of my head, here's some prompts:

A book
Paperclips
A lightbulb
A hairbrush ;)

Enjoy!!!

ETA: When I posted my own prompts, I had no intention of writing any of them myself and was going to focus on other ones but this paperclips idea just came pretty much fully formed into my head and I *had* to write it.

PAPERCLIPS

Could Coca-Cola be more irresponsible??

2008-05-15T20:06:08Z

I'm not impressed with this new diamond giveaway that Coca-Cola are doing. At all. You'd think with all the recent press on the diamond trade and the exploitation involved that no self-respecting company would actually then turn around and promote diamonds. It's been a long time coming but that is definitely the final straw for me. I'm going to be boycotting Coca-Cola products in future and I'm ashamed it's taken me this long to actually get to this stage. The human rights abuses within Coca-Cola itself should have been enough on their own to turn me off their products.

The Secretary

2008-05-07T18:16:44Z

Smut, smut, smutty smut.

Wrote this for the Torchwood Kink Meme. Prompt was 'Ianto/Jack, crossdressing'. Somehow that became (in my mind) Jack/Ianto: crossdressing, spanking, name-calling and implications of shaving. Yep. Don't say you weren't warned!

Title: The Secretary
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Janto
Summary: Just smut. A PWP with absolutely NO other redeeming features.

High-heeled footsteps approached Jack’s office slowly, loudly. Jack listened to the sound of them come closer, with an expression of slight confusion on his face. Tosh must have forgotten something and come back to the Hub after he’d sent the team home an hour ago. Although, the person approaching didn’t smell like Tosh. Underneath the delicate perfume, he could sense a deeper aroma of something muskier, something more masculine. He turned in his chair as the person entered his office and his mouth opened in silent surprise and appreciation before widening into a grin.

Ianto stood in the middle of his office, a sly expression of mischief in his eyes but a demure smile on his lips. In his hands, he held a silver tray with a cup of coffee and a notebook on it.

“Your coffee, Sir,” he said in a soft, delicate voice as he handed the cup to Jack. “Is there anything else I can get you?” and he held up his notebook, poised to take notes, every inch the perfect secretary.

Jack took a long sip of coffee, looking Ianto up and down, from the black high heels to the stockings spread over his smooth legs. Up over the short black pinstriped skirt he was wearing to the red silk blouse tucked into it. The blouse that had been opened at the top showing expanses of smooth chest. That, as much as anything excited Jack. The thought that Ianto would do that for him. His gaze continued upwards, taking in the red lip-glossed mouth, the smooth skin of his face. With a jolt that went straight to his cock, he finally made eye-contact with Ianto. Ianto’s eyes were outlined in black eyeliner and his lashes had been darkened with mascara. All of which made them seem twice as big as normal.

Jack reached down to adjust himself in his trousers, Ianto’s eyes following the movement as he bit his lip coquettishly. His pen was still raised over his notebook, ready to take down Jack’s instructions.

“Can you get these files for me?” Jack asked, slipping into his role with ease as he reeled off a list of five files, almost too quickly for Ianto to note them down. He also held out his empty cup for Ianto to take. As Ianto moved beside him to take the cup from him, Jack’s hand slid up to caress his ass covered in the short skirt. Ianto instinctively leant into the movement before straightening up.

As he left the office, swaying his hips slightly, he looked over his shoulder and gave Jack a slight smirk before dropping his pen onto the ground in front of him. He bent down to pick it up and Jack groaned from behind him. Ianto’s stockings were being held up by a black lacy garter belt.

Satisfied that he had sufficiently warmed Jack up, Ianto left the office.

Ten minutes later, he was back in Jack’s office with an armload of files.

“Here are the files you asked for, Sir,” he said breathily. Jack took them from him, flicking through them quickly.

“There’s only four here,” Jack said in a low voice, standing up and rounding the desk towards Ianto.

Ianto lowered his eyes demurely as Jack came closer and closer. “I’m sorry, Sir,” he said.

Jack pressed up against his side, hand running up the back of the skirt again. “Sorry’s not good enough,” he whispered in a voice full of steel. He squeezed Ianto’s ass painfully, drawing a gasp from him. “Bend over, elbows on the desk,” he ordered.

Ianto did as told. Jack took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, material straining against the tight curve of his ass, stocking clad legs leading down into high heeled shoes. With a gentle movement, he lifted up Ianto’s skirt and couldn’t prevent the gasp that escaped his lips. Under the skirt, Ianto was wearing a pair of black silk underwear. Jack ran a finger along the edge of them, tracing the curve of Ianto’s arse before bringing his hand down on Ianto’s backside with a loud smash. Below him, Ianto gasped.

“What do you say?” asked Jack.

“Thank you, Sir. May I have another?” answered Ianto.

“Good girl,” replied Jack before bringing his hand down another four times, pausing each time to let Ianto thank him.

After the fifth spank, both Jack and Ianto were breathing heavily. Jack let his hand slip round to the front of Ianto’s underwear and cupped his straining erection. The material in front was damp with pre-come. He hooked his thumb into the waistband and pulled the underwear down, allowing Ianto to step out of them. Ianto’s arse was bright pink and Jack could feel the heat coming from it when he touched it.

Jack moved around his desk to sit down in his chair and beckoned Ianto over to him. Ianto immediately moved to lie across Jack’s lap as if to continue the spanking but was stopped by Jack. Instead he was manoeuvred to stand in front of Jack who lifted up the skirt again and smiled at what he saw. Ianto’s legs and chest were not the only parts of him that had been shaved for the role.

“Hold up your skirt,” he ordered Ianto before leaning forward. His tongue darted out and he began to caress Ianto’s balls with it, enjoying the feeling of the smooth skin. He couldn’t fail to notice Ianto’s white-knuckled grip on the edge of the skirt. Jack smiled again before taking one of Ianto’s balls gently into his mouth. A keening noise from the man above him was his reward and a hand reached down to tangle in his hair.

At that, Jack stopped. He looked up at Ianto and shook his head in mock disappointment.

“Is that an appropriate sound for the office?” he asked sternly.

Ianto bit back another moan at the gravel in Jack’s voice.

“No, Sir,” he answered.

“I think you need a reminder of your place,” said Jack before pointing towards the ground. Ianto immediately dropped to his knees.

“You know what to do,” was the instruction.

Ianto nodded and reached up between Jack’s legs to undo his belt and unzip his trousers. Jack looked down at him, enjoying the look of concentration on his face as he pulled out his cock, weighing it in his hand. A tongue slipped out to moisten his reddened lips before he lowered his head to take the tip of Jack’s cock in his mouth.

Jack groaned at the feeling as Ianto’s tongue gently poked at the slit before he moved his head further down, taking Jack’s cock in inch by inch into that wet heat. Ianto’s eyes looked up at him through his darkened lashes, his red glossy lips stretched wide around his straining cock, sucking steadily.

“You look so filthy right now,” Jack told him, reaching a hand down to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Ianto’s eyes flashed in appreciation and he began to increase his movements on Jack’s cock.

“Like a whore, all tarted up for me,” Jack continued. Ianto’s hand moved up to gently roll and squeeze Jack’s balls, causing him to groan loudly.

“My dirty little slut,” moaned Jack. At that, Ianto began to hum around Jack’s cock. The vibrations of his throat were intense and Jack’s hand gripped Ianto hard by the neck as he bucked up his hips and emptied his load down Ianto’s throat. Ianto swallowed quickly before cleaning Jack’s cock off with his tongue and tucking him back into his trousers. He stayed on his knees in front of Jack, head down awaiting further instructions.

Jack’s breathing returned to normal after a minute or two and he held out a hand to Ianto. Ianto took it and was pulled into his lap, facing outwards, head back against Jack’s shoulder. Jack pulled up his skirt again and ran a line of kisses along his neck. With his right hand he reached down and grasped Ianto’s straining erection, the tip of which was sticky with pre-come. His thumb circled the tip, spreading the pearly liquid, before he curled his hand into a fist and began to pump up and down.

It only took a couple of strokes before Ianto was moaning in pleasure. Jack leaned forward and bit his earlobe gently.

“Come for me,” he coaxed, “I want to see you come all over that skirt and your stockings.”

He combined his words with a clever twist of his hand to Ianto’s cock and with a cry, Ianto came quickly, the sticky fluid shooting out to cover Jack’s hand and the clothes Ianto was wearing.

Jack brought his hand up to Ianto’s mouth, humming in approval as his fingers were sucked clean with tired movements. He settled back in his chair, arms wrapped around Ianto, keeping him on his lap, pressing gentle kisses to his neck and temples. Ianto nestled into him, tucking his head slightly into Jack's neck. In a moment, he'd get up and wash the make up off his face. Just as soon as he'd gotten his breath back.

His eyes closed.

Here Today

2008-05-02T16:02:36Z

My entry for 2.04 of writerinadrawer, and also part of the West Wing challenge I've set myself.

Title: Here Today
Rating: Gen
Prompt: West Wing episode title
Added Element: A coin
Wordcount: <500

I roll over to find an empty space beside me in the bed. Jack is gone again. This is the third night in a row that he has disappeared. He always waits until I fall asleep. The previous times, I just went back to sleep and woke up to find him beside me in the morning. Tonight however, the moon is shining in through my uncurtained window, keeping me from my dreams. I mentally toss a coin and decide to go and find him.

He’s where I thought he would be. On the roof of my apartment building, staring up at the sky, coat billowing around him in the light breeze.

I approach slowly and stand beside him.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

He doesn’t turn to look at me, but he does nod in acknowledgement, giving me tacit permission to stay.

We stand side by side in silence, staring up at the stars. It is a bright, clear night and the sky is as black as ink. Up here, we are far enough away from the street not to be bothered by the sounds of late night traffic. Not that there is much anyway. The city sleeps and we stand like its kings, surveying it.

Jack breaks the silence, eventually.

“Funny thing, eternity,” he says. “It occurs to me that with the right ship, I could travel to every single planet in the universe and live from the beginning of their history until the end of their world.”

I cast a concerned glance at him but don’t say anything.

“Do you know what the ironic thing is?” he continues. “Once I’ve done that, I’ll still have eternity to live through.”

His melancholy worries me. He’s been like this more and more since Owen and Tosh died. I know he blames himself for their deaths, for surviving when they couldn’t. The thought that Gwen or I will be next terrifies him. Underneath all his bravado, Jack is as scared of being alone as any of us.

I do the only thing I can. I reach for his hand and wrap my fingers around it. I can’t promise him forever. Hell, I can’t even promise him tomorrow. All I can do is reassure him that I’m here today.