Time after Time
2009
Series: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17, PWP
Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de
Summary: Thinks you can use
a stopwatch for.
Disclaimer: This story’s mine, but I do not intend to touch the rights of the owner of the characters I’ve used. No moneymaking, no offence meant. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.
"Nine minutes, twelve seconds, you’re getting even quicker,
Jack." Ianto Jones raised his stopwatch, showing it to Jack Harkness as he
rushed into his bureau.
"Enough practice." Jack gave him one of his
patented smiles. "And big motivation." He pulled Ianto in for a kiss.
"The others gone?" Ianto asked as Jack had let go
of him.
"Check," Jack answered. "The pterodactyron
fed?"
"Yes, Sir." Nothing was worse then getting
distracted by a hungry dinosaur. They had learned this lesson early in their
relationship. "The systems?" Ianto continued with the check-list.
"Alarms set, cameras in the bureau off." Ianto
never was sure if the latter really was true as he suspected Jack would like to
keep a record of their doings just for his entertainment. But to be honest he
usually easily came to a point where he didn’t mind at all.
"Coffee machine?" Jack asked.
"Stuffed and ready," Ianto answered. Jack needed
his coffee afterwards.
"Looks like we’re ready then," Jack said.
"I’m when you are, Sir" Ianto confirmed and raised
the stopwatch again.
Jack nodded. "Let’s go!"
And Ianto pushed the bottom and laid the watch on the desk.
Instantly hands flew to the others clothes. A jacket was
pulled of, some bracelets down. A tie got knotted of, shirts flew to the floor.
Afterwards shoes, trousers and socks were kicked away.
Ianto smiled as he noticed that Jack didn’t wear briefs.
Jack grinned. "Saves time," he explained.
As they both were naked Ianto turned to the desk. "One
Twenty Six," he said after a look at the stopwatch.
"Good," answered Jack. He grabbed the lube which
Ianto previously had placed on the desk. While two fingers of his left hand
worked it into his lover he stroked himself with his right hand to full
hardness.
Not that that needed much work. He already had started to
get aroused during the team meeting as Ianto had pulled the stopwatch out of
his jacket, laid it before him on the table and began to circle und stroke the
top-bottom with his index finger. Slowly, teasingly… very teasingly.
Jacks mouth watered at the sight of this and his cock
stiffened. So he finished the meeting as quick as he could and then dismissed
the others. Thankfully they didn’t question him anymore why he suddenly often
was so eager to give them early time off. Jack suspected they knew the reason
anyway. But he didn’t mind.
"Two Fifty Five," Ianto said, signaling Jack that
he was ready. Jack quickly put a condom on his cock and applied lube. Then he
pushed into Ianto.
The younger man moaned and grabbed the edge of the desk.
"God, you’re always so tight," Jack gasped as he pushed
all the way in.
"And you’re always so big," Ianto answered.
"You never complain."
"Three Forty," Ianto said instead of an answer.
"Go for it, Jack!"
Jack grabbed Ianto’s hips for support, then plunged harder
into him.
Trying to steady himself with one hand on the desk, Ianto
started to stroke his own cock with his right hand.
"You’re so hot, babe. Your tight ass drives my
crazy," Jack moaned into Ianto’s ear, then bite into it.
Ianto gasped. "Five twelve," he announced, his
voice husky with desire now.
Jack thrust quicker and quicker into his willing lover,
joining Ianto’s stroking hand with his right one. "Come for me," he
groaned. "Come for me, babe."
"Six zero eight," Ianto replied. "Fuck me,
Jack. Fuck me hard."
"Yes!" Jack slammed frantically into his lover,
again, again, while Ianto counted the minutes and seconds.
"Six twenty... forty... fifty... seven...Jack, I’m
close... Seven sixteen... Ahh... thirty five."
"Me, too!" He fucked him so hard now that Ianto
nearly crashed onto the table.
"Eight two... ahhhh... ten... I’m... coming!"
Ianto shouted.
"Yes...yes!" The same moment his lover started to
spill his semen onto their still combined hands, Jack came into him.
Ianto’s shaking hand reached for the stopwatch. He hit the
button. "Eight fifty two", he gasped. "That’s a new
record."
Jack proudly smiled. "Do you think we can go for under
eight next time?"
"I wouldn’t object, Sir."
Keeping his hold onto Ianto and being careful not to slip
out of him, Jack pulled his lover down onto the blanket which the young man had
laid out on the flour before they started their little game.
Jack snuggled up to Ianto from behind, embracing him
tightly. "How’s the record for the second round?" he asked.
"One hour, five minutes, twenty two seconds,"
Ianto replied.
"I think we go for one ten then?" Jack tenderly
stroked Ianto’s stomach while his already hardening cock brushed a more
sensitive spot inside.
"I have no other plans tonight, Sir," Ianto
answered and hit the stopwatch again.
End.