There was something about being tucked away, busy with work that caused a man to stop paying attention to his own needs. But when those needs made themselves known while one was working? Well, Jack seemed tucked away in his office and everyone else doing their own thing… Owen licked his teeth as he glanced toward the office, where he could see the Captain busied with his work… With Gwen not in for the day, Ianto upstairs as per usual and Tosh so buried into her work it was ridiculous(then again, with Toshiko, she almost always seemed busy with her work).

And that, honestly, just made it all the more exciting. If he could get off without Jack finding out? He licked sharp teeth before he tucked himself out of sight, leaned against the wall, his eyes closed as he palmed at his cock through his trousers roughly, closing his eyes as he swallowed thickly, leaning his head back as he worked his prick out of his trousers slowly, massaging and tugging it to get it entirely hard. Owen turned his head as he swallowed again before he froze.

"Tosh!"

Okay, attention wasn't pulled on him. Slowly, he started stroking again, taking in a slow breath as he heard Jack and Tosh murmur amongst one another before he signalled that she could go for the day. His eyes cracked open as he looked up, listening to the tech get ready as his pace picked up. He swallowed thickly and listened as the sirens wailed and Tosh left for the evening and Ianto crossing through the Hub, stepping down on grating, waking the path to Jack's office.

But even then, he didn't stop entirely, only paused as he heard the door close. Owen started steadily bucking against his hand right hand, his left sliding under his shirt and smoothing over his abdomen before his fingernails dug into pale flesh as he twisted his fist. God, this felt good. He swallowed thickly, listening to the murmurs, Jack trying to get Ianto to agree to something and judging by the man's… Well, not really convincing protests, it sounded like Jack was winning. Then his attention was pulled to the coiling, the burning sensation inside his abdomen that told him he was close.

The medic let out a shallow moan as he rolled his eyes under their lids, only stopping to spit on his palm to slicken it a bit before continuing, his fist pumping like mad, his cock throbbing dully in his grasp… "Ha…" He let out a huff as his brow creased and he rocked into his hand. His left hand came up from under his shirt and fisted his hair tightly as he let out another moan, making sure to keep it as quiet as he could.

When he came, it was almost painful. He'd directed his prick so it was angled over the floor so he didn't get his clothes messy, His hand come and spit covered, his entire body shaking just slightly. With his dry hand, he worked himself back into his trousers. He could feel his clothes sticking to him and quickly, he crossed through to grab tissue for his hand and the floor before he heard a throat clear and he tensed before slowly looking over his shoulder. Jack stood with a proud grin, brows twitched upward slightly.

"Really, Owen, if you needed help, all you had to do was ask," he purred as he watched the flustered medic move.

"Shut it, Harkness! I don't need you helping me with my own problems," he snarled in response. Though to be honest, the idea was a little… Well, thrilling. But no! He couldn't let Jack have his way like that. He refused.

And Jack only chuckled, "my offer stands for later then." With that, he winked before heading back to his office for the waiting tea boy. Owen let out a frustrated snarl as he adjusted his trousers.