Sunday, 1 March 2009
06:45:33 PM (GMT)
You know the deal, ENCCC, enjoy, no copying cunts, ¡comment! :]
Haha, I was obsessed with Torchwood at this time of writing, sorry, if it's not my
It was written probably about...five, maybe six years ago.
Warning, it is graphic relations between two men, so, if you don't like it, don't
fucking read. :]
Sorry for any lame attempts at the British language ex: arse. :|
Jack pulled his fingers swiftly from inside the young man and lifted both of
Ianto’s hands to rest flat on the widows of the SUV, at the same time spreading his
legs wide. As he released his own straining cock and began to coat it he gazed on the
sight of Ianto leaning spread-eagle against the dark, gleaming metal of the vehicle,
his trousers pooled around his ankles.
Wondering what was taking Jack so long, Ianto twisted his head over his shoulder. The
wanton look on Ianto’s face as he gazed backwards spurred Jack into action.
Striding forward he pushed his lover hard against the surface of the car once again.
“Keep still, don’t move your hands,” he ordered. Placing his hand on Ianto’s
hip, he guided his cock to Ianto’s opening, rubbing the head lightly over the tight
muscle before pushing in hard and fast.
A noise, a mixture of a hiss and a growl, erupted from Ianto’s throat as his body
jerked at the intrusion. Jack held still for a second, allowing his lover to relax
before beginning to thrust steadily and firmly in and out of Ianto. Each thrust
pushed Ianto into the cooling metal of the SUV, pulsing desire shooting down his own
leaking cock and hitting the very core of him
Jack knew he wouldn’t last long. Imagining what the two of them would look like to
anyone entering the garage – Jack fully clothed, Ianto, his trousers around his
ankles and his body being pushed almost ruthlessly against the shiny black surface of
the car, fucking hard and fast, growls and curses falling from both of them – was
turning Jack the hell on.
Wanting Ianto to come first he grasped the young man’s hips tighter and began to
thrust harder into the willing body beneath him. Ianto’s strangled moan told him
that he was hitting the right spot. He leaned forward, his warm, stuttered breath
fanning against Ianto’s ear.
“Whenever you wash the car…whenever I tell you to get the SUV…whenever you’re
sat behind that wheel,” Jack’s breath was coming in gasps now as the heat and
tightness of Ianto pulled him closer and closer to the edge, “You’ll see
this…us…me taking you, fucking you…having my dirty way with you.”
“Yes!” Ianto hissed, throwing his head back, his back arching. “Jack!”
Jack attempted a chuckle but it hitched in his throat and the sound came out as a
“You like this, don’t you?” He thrust hard into Ianto, biting his lip, holding
himself back as he drove Ianto closer to completion. “Me inside you…using
you…my dirty little boy.”
The words, the hint of possession in Jack’s strangled growl finally pulled
Ianto’s orgasm from him. With a scream that may have been Jack’s name he came,
spurting all over the surface of the car door. The tightening of Ianto’s muscles
around his cock blew the last restraints of control from Jack’s body and he came,
hard and long, his fingers digging into Ianto’s hips as both men writhed, riding
out the sensations of intense pleasure sweeping their bodies.
Minutes passed, the two men leaning heavily on the SUV catching their breath. Slowly,
Jack’s grip on Ianto’s hips loosened, his fingers stroking the bruised skin. His
lips sought the spot on Ianto’s neck that he had previously worried and brushed his
lips against it.
“Nice,” he murmured, before pulling away and gently cleaning both himself and
Ianto, restoring their clothing to a vague impersonation of respectability. As Ianto
tucked the front of his shirt back into his trousers Jack gave his now trouser-coated
arse a squeeze before delivering it a resounding slap and sauntered towards the
“Oh, Ianto?” Jack turned as he reached the door, one hand resting on the door
frame, his trademark grin in place.
Ianto turned, his hands resting on his hips, his eyebrow raised.
Jack nodded his head towards the SUV to indicate the white stain now marring the
shiny black surface.
“You missed a spot.”
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