Torchwood: fic

[bluecastle]

Title: Keyed Up
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto Jones, Owen Harper

Word Count:  ‘round about 350
Rating: R (for the dirty talkin’)
Author's Notes: For the Porn Battle V: Enclosed Spaces.

I hadn't intended to commit porn... but...

 

 

“Enough!” Ianto growls as he shoves Owen into the backseat of the SUV, while the Weevil in the boot growls in response, and bangs against its restraints.

 

Ianto leans in, the heel of his right hand roughly pressing into the spot on Owen’s shoulder that carries the scar from his bullet, his other hand wound around Owen’s neck.

 

“If you really want to know what Jack and I used to do in the back of this SUV, I’m sure I can arrange a demonstration.”

 

“Fuck off, you wanker!” Owen gasps as Ianto ever so slightly increases the pressure on his neck.

 

“That, and so much more. Do you want to just hear about it, or do you want me to show you?” Ianto asks intensely, as he shifts to straddle Owens hips on the seat.

 

“Do you want to know, for instance,” Ianto asks as he trails the fingers of his right hand down Owen’s neck and traces his shoulder blade through his t-shirt, “the ways in which Jack uses those great big hands of his on my cock?”

 

Leaning even closer, Ianto whispers in Owen’s ear, “Do you want me to show you how it feels to be blindfolded, as Jack strips me naked and sucks me till I come screaming?”

 

He stares down at Owen who remains stubbornly silent, glaring at Ianto with wide dark eyes as his breath hitches under Ianto’s hands.

 

“Or maybe you’d like it rougher? Would you rather hear about the times we don’t even make it into the SUV? About the times Jack bends me over the hood and shoves his dick in my ass as he jerks me off?”

 

Ianto shifts his hips as he traces Owen’s lower lip with his thumb.

 

“Yeah, I think maybe you’d like that story…”

 

Ianto laughs as Owen’s eyes slide shut, and his head thumps back against the headrest.

 

“… but there are some things a gentleman keeps to himself.”

 

Ianto drops the keys to the SUV into Owen’s lap as he shifts over and slides out the back door.

 

“I’m sure you can take it from here, Doctor Harper.”

 

And Ianto slams the door of the SUV shut and walks away, still laughing.