Warning! Contains the smuttiest of smut, slash, het, J/I/M. Rated M. High level coarse language, very high level sex, adult themes.
Twelve
The sun was warm on Ianto's face. Which was impossible. The sun never came into his room at this time of year. The sun breathed its warmth on him again. Sun couldn't breathe, either. Felt good, though, that sun that wasn't. He inhaled a long, deep, first-of-the-morning breath himself. Smelled good, too, and familiar. He really ought to open his eyes, begin the day, discover what was that sun. Today was going to be a good day, he could tell. A really good day. The best day in a very, very long while. His eyelids flickered.
Jack's head was resting on the pillow not twenty centimetres from his own, hair shining in the light of the bedside lamp, morning-messy, his mouth curving into a smile. Not his usual wide grin, but a gentle smile, full of welcome. Ianto's mouth curved into its own smile. Definitely a good day. Jack's gaze distanced a little, his smile broadened a touch. Ianto realised soft breathing warmed his back too, and an arm was around his waist that couldn't possibly be Jack's. With a quiet rustle of crisp cotton sheets, he twisted and lay on his back, turning his head. Merelyn's smile was just as welcoming as Jack's. Definitely the best day in a very long time. A well of happiness bubbled up inside him, threatened to burst forth in a great shout of laughter. Somehow, he managed to hold it back, felt it run like silver through his veins instead. He looked from one to the other. "I don't know which of you to kiss first!"
"Well, you could try age before beauty," said Merelyn. "Only that puts Jack first on the one hand but second on the other, which doesn't help. So it's a good job I was brought up proper and have manners and am willing to wait." Ianto and Jack both looked confused. "So hurry up, or I'll forget my manners and go first."
The kiss between the two men went on so long, and got so hungry and heavy and urgent, Merelyn thought she'd been forgotten. Heat radiated off them, and she wondered if she ought to slip away and simply let them enjoy each other. She must have actually moved because they let each other go, both breathing as though they'd run a mile, and turned towards her.
"Don't even think about it," said Ianto, grabbing her as Jack rolled off him and shoved him towards her. "Don't need pushing, Jack. Don't need pushing at all." Ianto stroked Merelyn's hair away from her face. "I love you too." Almost as much as he does, he formed the words painstakingly in her mind.
She went rigid with shock at his comment, then melted completely as Ianto opened his mind wide as he bent his head. Ruthlessly, she shoved the six explosive words aside to examine later before they were drowned out by the kind of mind-mushing, talented kiss she hadn't felt since Gwion.
Oh God, how she'd missed this.
You'll never miss it again.
She'd found her best friend.
You'll never be lonely again.
Even when he found his next special love, a corner of his heart was hers. And when the inevitable came, if she went first, he'd hold her in his heart with his Lisa who would welcome her with open arms, and she'd live as long as he. She wanted to cry but the fierce joy coursing through Ianto's veins, and his sheer mischievous wickedness at the thoughts of what he and Jack and she were going to do right now kept her eyes dry.
By the time he let her go, she was breathing as though she'd run a marathon.
"Fuck that felt good." Ianto looked from her to Jack. "Saying that felt good too. Going to say it a lot more today. Probably going to yell as well, and howl a bit - so be warned the pair of you. But first…" He winced. "First I really need to pee. I'll be back," he intoned with a terrible European accent, scrambling out. He poked a finger into Jack's chest. "You. Hands off til I am back!"
Merelyn and Jack looked at each other across the vacant space.
"Well he's obviously fine, so how about you?"
Jack's expression was - what? Ianto's words made it vitally important that she knew exactly how Jack felt, but that black wall was as solid as ever, she couldn't feel with the certainty she craved. How could anyone know another with only an expression to go on? An expression that could lie? Used all her life to feeling at least something of every person she'd ever met, this man - this black wall - was so fucking hard!
So don't whine, concentrate, use your eyes and your brain. See, interpret as the untalented do. His expression was…? Concerned, caring maybe. Caring as he did for every member of his team, caring just enough to be unselfish. That's all it was, all it ever would be. Ianto was wrong. Throw a bucket of cold water over those six words. Forget them, and be grateful for that tiny bit of caring.
"Merelyn? There's a Mars in my coat pocket, or do you need more than that?"
"I - I don't need it. I don't need any chocolate." Physically, she was so okay it was scary. "It's weird. I mean I should - but I feel good, really good." She managed a grin. "I reckon you have a healing talent yourself, Captain Jack."
He smirked. "Got more than just healing talent. Way more. As you're about to find out."
From the way he was reaching for her, he wasn't about to take the slightest notice of Ianto's command. Not sure she could handle a one-on-one with him, to give herself time to get herself together, Merelyn shook her head, the corners of her mouth tilting. "Han Solo to the life, another cocky captain," she said, knowing the reference and her mocking amusement would throw him completely.
It did. "What is it with you? What's so funny?" he demanded. "Why am I so funny? And who the hell is this Han Solo?"
"You really haven't heard of Lucas, have you?"
"Lucas? Lucas who?"
He almost wailed and Merelyn finally relented. "George Lucas. Whedon and Heinlein and the others I understand. But Lucas? How can Star Wars have passed you by?"
"You mean Ronald Reagan's Strategic Defense Initiative?"
"No, I do not, you deadhead! I mean films, books, a religion! Sci-fi. Sci-ence fic-tion," she enunciated with great exaggeration. "And fantasy. I quote. All the time. And you have absolutely no idea."
"Sci-fi! Why you… sad nerd!"
She cuffed him about the head. "I am not sad!" The cuff turned into tugging his hair onto his forehead. "Just too busy living sci-fi, I suppose. Well, I grew up reading and watching it. McCaffrey and her Talents and dragons I found on my own; she gave better answers into what I am than any old 'wise woman' tradition Mamo fed me. Gwion pushed earlier stuff at me; like Asimov and good old Heinlein. Heinlein's just your sort of guy - as far as sex goes, anyway - way ahead of the accepted morals and mores of his time. Read him, Jack. Then you'll get to know Lazarus Long, aka Woodrow Wilson Smith aka the Senior." She raised an eyebrow, tempting. "Some fascinating parallels with Lazarus and a certain someone."
"Are you saying you accept aliens popping up all over Cardiff, the Rift, Torchwood, because of a mangy pack of writers and movie-makers?"
"Yes."
"That you accept me because of some cardboard cut-out sci-fi character from a book?" Jack's voice hit a new high with outrage.
"Lazarus is not cardboard. He lives, breathes as surely as you."
Jack made an extremely rude noise.
Merelyn's mouth twitched. "Heinlein had a theory; the theory of World as Myth. He reckoned all fictional universes are real, that they exist as parallel universes to our own, and that if we could get to those universes the characters we read about would all be real people as well." She waited for him to make the leap. It didn't take long.
"So now I'm a figment of some two-bit scribbler's twisted imagination?"
"Twisted? Oh definitely. Anything's possible in sci-fi. As you'll find out if you read, and watch, and access the Net. Go on, Jack, give it a go. Betcha a tenner you end up as sad a nerd as me."
"You just lost yourself a tenner. But I'm not reading anything right now - except you. Bet that Lazarus guy's not half as 'long' as Jack Harkness. Lives and breathes? I'll show you lives and br-"
She set her hand on his chest. "Ianto. Today is about Ianto."
"So why can't it be about both of you?"
"I need to pee too," said Merelyn, and she scrambled out faster than Ianto. She forced herself to go across the room normally, even though she could feel Jack's eyes on her bare behind.
"Nice a-"
She whirled back around, a rigid forefinger ready to shake at him, and swallowed hard instead.
The sheet lay in a white swirl over his calves, one arm was crooked behind his head and the other was cupping the heavy sac of his balls. Mesmerised, she watched as he slowly drew his fist up the length of his half-hard, his palm circled over the plum-shaped head and all the way back down in one sensuous motion. "Nice ass," he repeated, his voice as lazy and deliberate as his hand. She swore his cock lengthened a good couple of centimetres from the single stroke. "And that's not bollocks."
"Yes it is," she muttered as she sped out the door chased by Jack's laugh.
She hammered on the bathroom door. "What are you doing? Installing a new throne?"
Ianto's answer was muffled, the image he sent of froth on his mouth clear.
"Hurry up. He'll be-"
Jack's hand caught her shoulder, and she leapt six feet in the air. He turned her around. There was a crease between his brows. "That 'age before beauty' thing. I'm older than you so he should've kissed me first." The crease deepened. "And better-looking so I should have been second?"
Merelyn leaned back on the door wishing the bloody thing would open. "So tell me you're not gorgeous."
"Can't. Cos I am." He caught her other shoulder. "And so are-"
"So am I. Yes. So Mamo used to tell me."
The door opened. Ianto, smelling of just the right amount of musky cologne, caught her as she nearly fell through, breathed toothpaste down on her. "Thank God," she muttered. "You took your time!" She shoved her way past his solid height into the bathroom.
Jack followed.
"Out!" Merelyn dodged, pointed at the door.
"Merel-"
Ianto grabbed him, hauled him back, pushed him outside. "She said out. There are some things girls need to do in private." He followed Jack out. "Besides…" He winked at Merelyn and shut the door.
Merelyn sank gratefully onto the loo and looked longingly at the shower. It'd take far too long, and she was hanged if she was going to miss a single second of what promised to be a world-class event, an event she apparently had an invite to. She contented herself with splashing cold water on her face, a quick once-over with the flannel of all the important bits, and using one of the new toothbrushes thoughtfully laid out by sink. A heavy thud against the wall outside made her quit brushing and hurriedly rinse. A final glance in the mirror above the sink had her grimacing at her reflection. Despite the cold water, her eyes were still puffy with sleep and sheet-creases ran down one cheek. "Jack loves me? Oh yes. I'm so gorgeous, how could he not?" She scrubbed at her cheek, pulled ruthless fingers through sleep-messed hair. "He likes me. It is enough."
Her reflection called her a liar.
She turned her back. "It has to be enough," she muttered and yanked opened the door.
Given Ianto's wicked thoughts, she shouldn't have been surprised it was Jack who was plastered to the wall. Ianto was slathered all over his front, holding his face, his mouth glued to Jack's delivering yet another of those kisses of his. As she watched, one of Jack's hands raked itself down Ianto's back, caught hold of a downy cheek and hitched him in even closer. Ianto moaned against his mouth. Merelyn crossed her arms over her ribs to try to control the sudden banging behind them. World-class was right.
Though Ianto's skin was paler, his muscles a little more defined, and Jack slightly more thickset, definitely older, skin not quite so tight over the muscle, they were so different from a man and a woman; equals in height and strength, strong and strong, rather than strong and soft. God, they looked bloody wonderful together. She hugged herself tighter, again feeling that urge to simply slip away.
One of Ianto's hands detached itself from Jack, reached, found her arm, tugged insistently down. Still kissing Jack, he shifted his position, twisted so his cock slipped free from where it had been grinding itself into Jack's hip and swung towards her like a diviner's rod seeking water. He, at least, really did want her there. Laughing softly at the impatience in his both his mind and his actions, she sank obediently to her knees.
His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him, and very impressive. Fully engorged, it angled perfectly at her mouth, too heavy and long to rise further. He tangled his fingers in her hair, and she felt what he wanted. Grasping the base firmly with one hand, she slid her mouth over the velvety head and down as far as she could straight away and used her palate and lips and tongue to fellate him strong and steady, loving the feel of his hardness filling her mouth, the taste of his saltiness on her tongue. Though he kept his fingers in her hair, not once did he push her head, and Merelyn sent out a silent thank-you to Lisa for teaching him to be so considerate. She wondered if Jack would be as thoughtful. God, Jack would… Jack would be better at this. Maybe she'd get to see. A trickle of moisture slipped down her inner thigh at that thought. She tipped her head, trying to look up at the two men. The movements above her altered, then stopped altogether.
"Hey, I want some of that!" Jack gazed down, his head still so close to Ianto's his dark hair brushed Ianto's temple.
"You mean this?" She drew Ianto into her mouth again.
"Oh yeah." Jack's voice was almost a sigh.
"But today is about Ianto."
Ianto grinned across at him.
"So why can't it be about all of us?"
Merelyn quirked an eyebrow at Ianto and was granted a nod.
She surveyed Jack's shaft. Neither as long nor as heavy as Ianto's, it rose out of the cloud of dark hair at its root as straight as a guardsman at attention, swung so high the deep-red head almost grazed his belly. She deliberately ran the tip of her tongue slowly around her lips, and it actually pulsed higher, did graze his skin. "I could be into a lot of things, Jack Harkness," she said, running one fingertip from root to tip, "but golden showers definitely isn't one of them. Go pee."
Ianto shoved him towards the door. "And clean your teeth." Without waiting to see if Jack complied, he swept Merelyn up with flattering ease, carried her quickly back to the bed and sat on the edge with her across his lap, thumbing her nipples.
"Oh shi- Wait. Wait!" Merelyn captured his hands. "Lots of other times with me, I promise." She squirmed. "Ianto! But Jack… What do you really want?"
He stilled instantly. The picture hit her before the words tumbled from his mouth. "I want Jack to fuck me."
She shivered. "You haven't ever… with a guy, have you?"
As he shook his head, Ianto shivered too.
"I think Jack has, just once or twice - or maybe a couple of million. Do you reckon he plans on using all those?" She tipped her chin at the little pile of condoms that had appeared on the bedside table, their wrappers shining in the light of the lamp, and the tube of lube that stood erect as a phallus by their side.
Ianto swallowed audibly. He gave an airy shrug. "There's six. That's only three each." He lifted Merelyn up, swung her around so she straddled him, trapping his shaft between their bodies. "And if he doesn't hurry up, there'll only be five." He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good! Why haven't we done this before?"
"It got… complicated, remember?" She felt his apology and covered his mouth with hers so he couldn't say it.
His big hands kneaded her back and his mouth travelled down, reached a nipple. He sucked hard and she dug her fingers into his hair. "Oh God, Ianto!" Her hands moved unsteadily down, massaged the small of his back, one finger dipping into the cleft of his buttocks. His voice rumbled in his chest and he arched back into her hand before swinging his hips forward, the hard column of his shaft so hot it scorched her belly. Her sheath was empty, aching to be filled. She wanted him in her, not just grinding against her. She was almost at the point of damning what he really wanted and grabbing for a condom.
"Out, woman!" Other hands slipped around her waist, gripped tight and lifted, dumped her in a heap on the bed. Jack's wide grin took the sting from both his words and his actions. "This man needs a man. And you," his gaze raked her sprawled body, "gorgeous though you are, just don't have the right equipment."
Ianto scrambled up the bed until his back hit the pillows. Jack kneed his way after him. Merelyn righted herself and sat back on her heels, raking her hair out of her eyes.
"Did you ever see such a beautiful smile?" Jack's bright eyes flicked to her for a second, his own mouth lifted into wondrously beautiful smile of its own. He held Ianto's face, his hands gentle. "Do you know how long I've waited to see that smile? See that smile turned on me? Didn't think it was ever going to." There was no apology in his tone, just a little regret.
Ianto's eyes never left Jack's face as he reached sideways. His hand came back holding a condom. He waggled it at Jack.
"Are you in some sort of hurry? There's so many games we can play."
"Jack, I want you in me so much I can taste it. Taste. Oh yeah." Leaning over Jack's lap, he put out his tongue and delicately swiped at the bubble of precome that tipped Jack's rigid cock, before rolling it around his mouth like a sommelier extracting every nuance of flavour from a prized vintage. "Mmm, if I'd known men tasted this good I'd have tried them before."
"Rookie." Jack's tone hovered between statement and question.
"Not for much longer," said Ianto, before bending his head and sinking down on the shaft as though he'd swallow it whole.
Despite his rookie status, he was doing a helluva job from the way Jack's breath began whistling through his teeth. He got so close to Jack, Merelyn couldn't tell where his hair ended and Jack's thatch began. Jack twisted his fingers into Ianto's hair and, no, he didn't push either. Not that he needed to. Eager wasn't the word, this was sheer enthusiasm. Ianto was even sneaking an arm around Jack's hip...
Jack clamped his free hand on the arm, tightened his fingers in Ianto's hair and tugged him away. His shaft slipped from Ianto's mouth with a slight plop, bounced against his belly. He looked down into the shining eyes. "Put the condom on - and don't play about." His voice was harsh. Ianto didn't play but Jack still hissed, hissed louder as Ianto slathered him in lube.
"Armed, primed, and ready for action." Ianto planted a final kiss on the angle of Jack's hipbone. He began to turn onto his front.
Jack pushed his shoulder back. "What are you doing?"
"But…"
Jack traced a thumb around his mouth. "Haven't I just told you how much I love that smile? What makes you think I don't want to see it?"
Ianto captured Jack's thumb in his mouth, drew it in deep.
Jack pulled in a long shuddering breath, pulled Ianto bodily down the bed so he was almost flat. "It's all in the angles." He looked over at Merelyn. "Hey, you. How much longer are you going to play voyeur? I could do with a hand here."
"No," said Ianto quickly. He caught Merelyn, clamped her firmly to his side. "Just Jack." He looked down at him. "I'm sure you can manage. Sir."
Jack gave a mock salute. "Whatever you say. Boss." He grabbed the lube and slung Ianto's calves over his shoulders.
Ianto's mind was leaping ahead, images clear and feelings a-jumble, anticipation tinged with apprehension increasing his excitement. He was broadcasting far further than just her. Though Merelyn hated the thought of dampening him down, if she didn't there'd be a hell of a lot of shell-shocked faces staring at each other over breakfast marmalade later.
"Ianto. Ianto, cariad!" She caught his chin and forced him to look at her. "You have to block. Build the wall. The neighbours…"
Ianto gave a small laugh. "They're gay!'
"I don't just mean next door. You must be reaching as far as the Bay! Block!"
He raised the barrier, strong and dense - and kept her firmly on the inside of it.
"No, Yan," she said with a shaky laugh. "I'm supposed to be outside."
I'll never shut you out again.
One day he would, when he found his next special someone, but today he wanted her to experience everything with him. So she closed her eyes, let her head sink into the pillow and her mind sink into Ianto, and felt everything Jack did to him.
She bit her lip and breathed with him as Jack jacked his cock nice and slow; tensed with him as Jack slid his finger in; relaxed with him; tensed again as Jack added another; panted with him as Jack slid his fingers in and out in slow rhythm with the hand on his shaft. Somehow, she managed not to throw back her head and howl in triumph like a wolf at the moon with him as Jack's thick erection breached him, but soothed him as his wolf-howl degenerated into a gasp at the slow, steady penetration though she felt it as surely as if Jack was breaching her. The burning - red-hot-almost-unbearable-don't-care-cos-it's-Jack - that burst into spine-twisting, white-gold showers of oh-God-it's-better-cos-it's-Jack sparks as Jack hit his prostate.
Jack dragged slowly back, and they sighed at the loss.
Again that steady penetration, easier this time, accompanied by a long, "Go-o-o-d."
The word was more statement than question, but they answered, "Yes-s-s."
"Wha…? Merelyn." She felt her knee being grabbed. "Merelyn, look at me!"
Somehow, she managed to open her eyes and focus on the man who was giving so much bliss. Watching her intently, he stroked deep.
She and Ianto moaned.
"God, to be that close," breathed Jack. "That intimate…"
Jack was the outsider here, not her. The haze of pleasure retreated a little. Merelyn opened her mouth to apologise, but before she could, he asked, "What's it like?"
His eyes were intense.
"It's…"
He stroked deep again, and nothing came out of her mouth, out of Ianto's mouth, but deep groans.
"What's it like?" he asked again, his tone insistent despite the raspiness.
"It's… confusing. So full… but empty." She couldn't keep the longing out of her voice nor stop her hand from drifting down.
He gave a shaky laugh at that. "Time to make it about both of you. If that's okay with the boss?"
Ianto had the packet discarded and the condom on his erection almost before she realised what they were about. With sure hands, Jack rearranged them, helped her on so she faced Ianto. "Now we can both see that smile," he said from behind her back, his fist holding Ianto's swollen shaft upright so she could slide down. As she surrounded Ianto in soft, wet heat, Jack put his arms around her and surrounded her in warmth like hot chocolate on a winter day.
He simply held her for longer than she wanted, than Ianto wanted, his breath sighing into her ear. Just as they were ready to scream with frustration at the lack of movement, he used his arms to lift her, so she rose and sank as he stroked in and out. From the noises Ianto was making as his hips swung to meet them both, from the way he was feeling, he wasn't going to last long - and neither was she. The heat and white-gold sparks were merging now, spiralling together, ever higher…
Jack stopped moving, held her still. "Not yet, kids. Not yet." His voice was gritty.
Twisting one hand into her hair, he turned her head. "Kiss me."
She reached one arm up and back, and threaded her fingers into the short, spiky hair at the back of his head as his mouth came down, tightened her grip as his tongue curled around hers, delved as though he couldn't get enough.
"You look so hot!" cried Ianto, and she couldn't concentrate on the feel of Jack's mouth as Ianto's visuals overwhelmed her senses.
Jack she recognised, knew this was her boss, the man she worked so hard for, who she lived for, would die for in a heartbeat, recognised him from the way his dark hair fell over his forehead as his head bent down just as it did when he worked at his desk, but the woman whose head he held so close to his… This was her? Ianto saw her like this?
Gold highlights glinted in the glossy strands of hair between Jack's fingers. The lashes of her closed eyes looked ridiculously long against her cheek, her lips as her mouth melded with Jack's were red and full. The raised arm that wound around Jack's neck, that pulled him to her, was slim, shapely. Emphasized by the shine of her medallion, her breasts were creamy, lifted high, tight, the nipples darker, crinkled hard. Ianto's memory that they tasted better when he sucked them than the raspberry sweets he'd had as a kid made them suddenly crinkle harder. Jack had one arm across her flat belly and her skin was white against his darker shade, her muscle tone softer, feminine, against his harder, bigger male arm. Her hand over his was small. Under Ianto's hands, her thighs felt as smooth as silk. Yes, she - they - looked hot.
Jack released her and she rose and fell on Ianto of her own accord, eager now for climax, felt Jack keep his thrusts in time with her, felt Ianto's hips jerking to meet her and Jack. Jack's low voice sounded by her ear, encouraging them both, praising. Massaging her breast, his finger circling her nipple, he worked his other hand between their bodies. As he lightly pinched the nipple, he slid a wetted thumb into her tightly furled brown bud.
Merelyn gave a startled, "Oh!"
Jack withdrew his thumb as he pulled back from Ianto.
"Nooo, Jack!" she protested, wriggling back.
Jack gave both a low chuckle and what she wanted. His other hand left her breast, caught one of Ianto's hands, laced their fingers, brought them up so he could kiss Ianto's hand, lick his fingers. Sucking noises resounded in Merelyn's ear. Eagerly, she caught the hands with one of hers, turned her head, did some licking and sucking of her own. Ianto moaned, his hips jerked harder.
The sensations both men were creating were taking her so high breathing was difficult. Her heart pounded as her chest heaved. Merelyn knew she was writhing unable to kiss or lick anything now, could only gasp, only grip the men's hands tighter, knew her irregular moves were making it difficult for them, and didn't care. She closed her eyes, tossed her head. Almost, soon…
Jack's voice came by her ear again. "Look at Ianto, Merelyn. Let him watch."
The reality of Ianto's satisfying length filled her, the shadowy feel of Jack in Ianto was echoed by Jack's thumb. She just needed, just needed-
Jack deftly found her clit, pressed perfect. "Show him, Merelyn."
She grabbed Ianto's other hand, looked into his big blue eyes. Saw, too, a woman's face flushed with sex and utter pleasure, a woman with blue-grey eyes that opened wide. Her back arched, she cried out, and her sheath clenched as she came. She felt Ianto strain as she tightened around him, and knew she set his climax off, heard him swear louder than her cry, felt his bliss as he did. The knowledge sent her higher. After a long, ecstatic pause in time, she floated back to earth, went limp, and would have fallen forward except Jack was holding her too tightly.
"I'm still hard!" Ianto's eyes were wide.
"Yeah, me too."
Merelyn couldn't hold back a moan of loss as Jack slipped out his thumb.
"You liked that, didn't you?" He circled his thumb around her bud. She felt the unreleased tension in the hard, sweaty body at her back.
"Please," she said.
Jack gave a shaky laugh. "Haven't asked yet. You sure you can't precog?"
"Please."
Ianto grabbed another condom and the lube, tossed them to Jack. Back arching, he cursed softly as Jack withdrew from him.
"You a rookie, too?" asked Jack, busy behind Merelyn's back. "You tell me if it's too much, understand? And we do something else."
"It felt so good." Merelyn shivered at the memory.
"But you don't have the sweet spot a guy has back here. Besides, you're tighter than he is, and I can't… I have to go faster." She heard apology in his voice.
Ianto pulled her down, stroked her damp hair away from her face. "Yan," she said. "It - it's getting too much."
Smiling, he stroked the side of her face, kissed her gently, and set her outside the block. Merelyn breathed a sigh as her perception became normal. "Thanks." The blue eyes crinkled as he winked, grinned, slid his hands down her back and spread her cheeks apart.
The lube was cool, Jack's finger was hot, the head of his cock hotter still at her entrance. Merelyn held her breath.
Jack caught her shoulders and pulled her back up. He dug his fingers into her tense muscles. "Relax!" he commanded into her ear exactly as if they were in the gallery. Merelyn gave a choke of laughter and did exactly that. And with a, "Man, two cherries. My lucky day!" he was inside.
The pressure was enormous. That same red, almost-unbearable burning didn't dissipate, but spread and heightened, became something she craved. From far off she heard Ianto cry, "I can feel you, Jack! I can feel you both!"
Her lungs were on fire, her vision hazy. She exulted in the knowledge all three felt each other. She wanted to feel more. She wanted to move. She needed to move-
"No!" Jack's arms banded tightly around her ribs. "Hold still!"
Merelyn gave a helpless whimper and somehow, despite her desperation, held herself motionless.
All was suspended. Ianto's fingers gripped into her thighs. Jack's pants were harsh in her ear, his breath scalded her cheek. A trickle of sweat ran down her face. The panting slowed and Jack swallowed. "Okay. You're boss now. Go how you want."
With a sigh of relief, she tilted her hips up and forward, then wiggled back, further onto Jack than before.
"Oh God!" said Jack.
"Oh fuck!" swore Ianto.
"Oh yes!" hissed Merelyn. It felt so good she did it again, faster. And again, over and over, the craving in her tightening and coiling, still unsatisfied, until she was shaking, unable to move at all. So she let the men take over, carry her higher, one hand clutching at Jack's as he moulded her breast, his bucking increasingly urgent, erratic, the other gripping Ianto's as he lightly flicked her clitoris with the pad of his thumb and stroked deep and smooth and steady.
Want to see Jack?
His face was suddenly before her, as clear as if she was actually looking at him. Eyes almost closed, his expression was that utter concentration that meant he was close. A half-smile suddenly tugged at the corners of the beautiful mouth.
"Told you - we'd look - after you." His voice was breathy, as jerky as his thrusts. His eyes closed fully, his arms tightened so much she couldn't breathe. "Oh, sweet- sweetheart!" She felt him stiffen, felt his cock pulse - good, hard, muscle-wrenching pulses - saw his rapture, and suddenly Ianto's light touch was not enough. Tipping forward - Jack with her, heavy on her back - she trapped Ianto's hand against her mound, ground herself against his fingers.
This orgasm blossomed darker, deeper, oscillated on and on between back and front. Somehow she managed to remember to send the sensation on to Ianto in thanks. The feelings were still echoing as Ianto shoved them both back up and, hands on her hips, shortened his strokes to a flurry of sharp jabs. He screwed his eyes shut and cried, "Oh yeah!" in a way that had the echoes pulse together again in a final sweet, liquid ripple while Jack held her, rubbed his cheek against her ear.
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Chests heaving, Merelyn and Jack clambered awkwardly off, collapsed either side of Ianto. He put his arms around them, looked from one to the other, and began to laugh - loud, infectious, joyous laughter that was impossible not to join in.
Though I've written smut before, I've never written any quite like this. Please review or message, even if it's only a line, or I'll assume you all hated it and will crawl into a corner and cry and refuse to come out - not even for Lindt Intense Orange or a McVitie's Digestive or Thornton's Continentals…
Umm, actually delete the Thornton's bit, I will happily crawl anywhere for them. Hey, you Brits out there. One of you be an angel and 'port over a few Rum Truffles. Pretty please…
