Note: Co-written by the lovely and very talented Candybree. She's amazing y'all! So check her out!
Written for Lekta, who wondered how the kiss between Ianto and Owen in the previous story went.
Warning: This is one is a bit more explicit than any other bedtime story so be warned :)
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A lingering taste
"Okay team. It's two out of three games. Girls have won the last game SO this means that the boys HAVE to win this one. Win and you draw, meaning you still have a chance at the grand price of the evening … a week of no weevil duty. Lose and suffer the consequences. Now remember, winners get to choose the way the losers get punished." the captain paused for a second. "How I wished I was playing and not refereeing this." Jack said, with a huge grin. "Charades is the name and you all know the game. Boys up first."
Ianto picked a paper note out of a hat, containing the suggestions they would act out. He dramatically rolled his eyes as he read his task. "Two minutes right?" Ianto asked, glancing at Jack who immediately nodded.
Jack grasped the stop watch in his hands. "You can start when I say go …" He waited for a few seconds. "GO!"
Ianto started making frantic gestures, hoping Owen would get the clue. Unfortunately, the medic just stared blankly at the young archivist.
"Okay, music." Owen said, thinking aloud.
"Spice girls! No, erm Iron Maiden? Muse? Kaiser Chiefs?"
Owen's guessing kept on going for the full two minutes. Toshiko, a little tipsy, giggled all the way through. Gwen soon followed as she noticed Ianto getting redder every time Owen wrongly listed various bands that had nothing to do with what Ianto was acting out. Jack just sat back, enjoying a startled Owen and a pissed off Ianto.
"And stop …" Jack quietly said. "God, that was painful. This means the girls win the tournament!"
"It was The Village People, you cunt!" Ianto yelled at Owen.
"Well if that was the Village People, then you must be the drunk Village Idiot! How was I suppose to get that!" Owen shouted back, glaring angrily at Ianto.
" EVERYONE knows that the Village People sang 'Y.M.C.A!" Ianto retorted, throwing peanuts at the medic to punctuate every word.
"Hey, hey, calm down! Now come on, kiss and make up." Tosh said, smiling when both men shot her a dirty look.
Gwen's eyes glistened naughtily. She cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. "Now there's a thought." she said. "Winners get to pick loser's punishment and that ... is quite a punishment."
Ianto dramatically rolled his eyes. "We in high school or something?"
"Winners chose punishment …" Toshiko sang teasingly.
"They are right." Jack stated. "Those are the rules you all agreed on."
Ianto and Owen both turned their heads to face Jack.
Ianto held Jack's gaze, expecting him to protest, but he just sat there grinning lecherously, holding his camera. This got Ianto thinking.
He observed the older man and saw his eyes glisten with pure and unadulterated desire. He grinned slyly and winked at the man. 'Game on Captain,' Ianto thought. 'The night just got more interesting.'
"Fine!" muttered Owen, an evil glitter crossing on his face. He took a hesitant step towards Ianto, not sure how the other man would react.
Ianto glanced back at Owen and met him half way. They stood inches apart and looked at each other awkwardly.
Ianto shrugged. He didn't really care much for Owen but there was something in the way Owen's eyes met his that spiked his interest. Maybe it was the way he nervously bit his bottom lip, causing his normally pale pink lips to turn deep red. Maybe it was twinkle in his eye that caught his attention. Or just maybe it was the fact that he had seductively licked his lips, making them glisten with pure delight and a promise of his taste.
Finally Owen moved forward and pressed his lips against Ianto's. Ianto half expected Owen to just peck him on the lips but that was squashed as he felt Owen shift and move closer, pressing his body against Ianto's whilst one hand travelled to the back of his neck and the other wrapped around his waist, holding him in place. He felt Owen's tongue gently caress his bottom lip, followed by a light graze of his teeth.
Owen closed his eyes, letting himself fall into the kiss and savoured the unique taste of Ianto. He could taste a salty and lime flavour on Ianto's lips, taking him back to the Tequila shots they did earlier, and his heart pounced at the sheer thought of what further delight his quiet friend was holding. Not to mention that the salty flavour gave him a wicked insight into what Ianto would be like, if they ever got further than mere kissing.
He opened his mouth and slipped his tongue inside, both men fully tasting each other for the first time. Owen relished the savoury experience of snogging the other man. Ianto reminded him of old school flavours, like almonds, champagne and figs underneath a pleasing and distinctly musky flavour.
Once Ianto saw Owen close his eyes he deliberately looked at Jack. Ianto locked eyes with Jack as he took control of the kiss, devouring Owen's mouth. He watched Jack just long enough to see lust fluttering on his lover's features before turning his attention back to Owen and their kiss. He groaned frivolously as he tasted Owen, a mix of old spices. He tasted earthy, like cinnamon, ginger and cumin. An ancient tang filled with wisdom and profoundness. He revelled in the pleasure of knowing that his lover was watching attentively, getting aroused at every moan, groan and touch. He heard Jack gasp when their mouths didn't quite cover each other whilst their tongues kept on caressing and exploring.
"More like kiss and make out!" Jack said, a flustered blush visibly creeping on his cheeks. He settled further back in his chair, taking a picture every once in a while, and enjoyed seeing his Ianto kissing another man. As he let his wishful eyes wander over the movements, he slowly unbuttoned the first buttons of his collar, relishing as the fresh air cooled down the hot skin underneath.
Ianto ran his hands over Owen's chest, feeling the toned muscles beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. He undid the push buttons on Owen's shirt carefully, taking the time to caress the exposed flesh as it was revealed. After reaching the last one, Ianto pushed the material off of Owen's body, not caring that it pooled on the floor. He brushed his fingers lightly over his chest, caressing as he travelled up Owen's body. He shivered as he felt every muscle on Owen's tight stomach twitch. He rested his fingers in the middle of his torso, seeking delight as he felt the strong heart palpitations underneath his hands. He lightly ran a finger over one of Owen's nipples, teasing it into a tight nub before pinching softly. Owen gasped, pulling his mouth from Ianto's and giving him access to his neck. Ianto more than eagerly complied, licking and swirling his tongue as he went down Owen's neck until he found a spot that made the other man shudder in his embrace.
Jack tore his eyes away from the two men as Ianto started kissing his way down Owen's neck. Jack knew when Ianto lightly bit Owen's neck because he would gasp slightly and make a small moaning noise that would go straight to Jack's cock, especially since he expertly knew what kind of sensations Ianto's kissing could elicit. He shifted uneasily on the chair, desperately trying to ease the tension of his straining erection. A small whimper caught his attention and he glanced over at the girls. He grinned but was not surprised to see a pink blush covering their cheeks as they watched their colleagues with lust-filled eyes. Both girls had collapsed against the couch, occasionally fanning themselves with a lazy hand. Gwen's mouth was slightly open and Jack could hear her panting superficially. Tosh on the other hand was biting on her lower lip so hard Jack was worried she was going to bite through it.
Jack's head snapped back to Owen and Ianto as her heard Owen cry out, not sure if he was crying out in pain or pleasure.
The look on Owen's face showed a mixture of pain and pleasure, ecstasy slipping through his half closed eyes. Jack relaxed back into the couch, fully aware of how painfully harder he was now.
Jack saw a smirk on Ianto's face as he pulled away from Owen's neck, leaving a dark red mark on his collarbone. He smiled against the base of his throat, a sweet and sly smirk Jack knew all too well. Ianto let his hands travel down to Owen's backside and gave it a hard squeeze, bringing their hips closer. They both whimpered as their aroused groins brushed up against each other.
Jack groaned softly as he watched Ianto push Owen against the table, sending the bottles of alcohol that were on top of it flying. A bottle of vodka splashed on the table, soaking Owen's trousers and dripping down his legs.
"I seem to have wet myself." Owen said quietly, as his already flushed cheeks turned bright red. Embarrassed, he pulled away from Ianto. The younger man looked down and sure enough there was a large wet spot around Owen's groin.
Toshiko and Gwen giggled, followed by Ianto and Jack bursting into a laughing fit as Toshiko managed to mutter out 'I'm sure it's not the first time your behind has been wet'.
Ianto quirked up his eyebrow and in his typical deadpan manner, he spoke. "Something I did perhaps?"
"No shit." Owen mumbled, pushing Ianto away slightly so he could escape. As he turned from the young archivist, he managed to graze Ianto's groin with his thigh. Fully noticing an impressive bulge, he locked eyes with Ianto. "Something I did perhaps?" Owen retorted, a smug grin plastered on his face.
Ianto shrugged. "Any dick will do." he said nonchalantly. He turned away from the stunned medic and looked at his lover who had clearly been enjoying the show. He swayed his hips carefully as he walked towards Jack, taking pleasure in the fact Jack couldn't help but watch him.
Ianto sat next to Jack, pressing the lines of their bodies together as he trailed gentle fingers up and down Jack's thigh, coming close to, but never quite touching the older man's groin.
"You sure had fun with Owen didn't you?" Jack flirtingly asked, his voice a little breathy.
"Yeah ... that was ... interesting." Ianto responded, a sly smile appearing on his kiss bruised lips, still moist and glistening.
"Didn't think you had it in you to let go of all of your inhibitions in public Jones, Ianto Jones."
"It's not that hard." Ianto retorted, amused by the way Jack shifted uneasily on his chair, obviously tortured by the gentle touches Ianto was teasing him with.
"Oh I beg to differ ..." Jack whispered huskily as he glanced at Owen's groin.
Jack leant in and whispered. "So what did he taste like?"
Ianto grinned, "Oh he tastes like you, only sweeter." he sang
"Who sang that?" Jack asked, a little startled and hurt.
"Teen rock band my cousin is into called Fall Out Boy." He smiled and searched for Jack's eyes. He looked into those blue eyes which he could so easily drown in. As he noticed apprehension on Jack's part, he met Jack halfway and brushed his lips against Jack's, his tongue slowly licking his lover's bottom lip. Huskily, he whispered. "I never did have a sweet tooth."
Ianto chuckled as he felt Jack smile against his lips.
Ianto pressed his lips firmly against Jack's as he was pulled onto the older man's lap, one of his hands running through his hair the other rubbing the sensitive spot just above Jack's hip. Jack whimpered and pulled Ianto closer, deepening the kiss at the same time. Their tongues battled for dominance but Ianto won when he ground his hips against Jack's. Jack bucked slightly, trying to find the friction again but Ianto suddenly released Jack from his grip as he got up from his lap.
"So what game are we going to play next?" He asked, walking away from Jack but still seductively swaying his hips as he moved.
He walked towards the rest of the team but not before glancing back at Jack with a wicked expression on his face. He chuckled as he saw his captain, trying to control his breathing, look back at him in utter surprise. Sensing Jack's disappointment at the sudden loss of contact, he fondly smiled.
"What is it?" Gwen whispered.
"Oh nothing…" Ianto responded in her ear. "I just love teasing my man." he added, not being able to wipe the smirk off his face.
"I like this side of you." Gwen continued. "Don't be afraid to show it more often. You seem so much happier."
Gwen placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, smiled at him and turned on her heels. As she spun, liquid spilt from her glass. "Whoops. Hey, anyone up for poker?"
"Strip poker?" a hopeful Jack asked.
"Not unless you are blindfolded and have your hands tied behind your back." Ianto replied. "Otherwise you'll cheat!" Ianto leant in closer and whispered softly, barely audible for Jack to hear. "Besides, I don't want to share you with anyone. And if I have you blindfolded and bound, the last thing I want to do is play poker."
Jack's eyes widened as he felt Ianto's swirling tongue caressing his earlobe. He shuddered but before he could retaliate, the younger man had already left his side again.
"Cocktease…" he muttered under his breath, not angry but more impressed and thrilled by his dominating lover. He never did like the completely submissive type.
"Won't he still cheat if it is regular poker?" Tosh asked.
"Yes, but at least he won't be gawking at your naked body when you lose." Ianto told her.
"There is no way I want Harkness' bare arse on my new couch. Anyway, if you guys want to set up for NORMAL poker, I am going to try and clean up my trousers a bit." Owen told them, walking to the kitchen.
"Wouldn't it just be easier if you put a new pair on?" Gwen asked.
"I'm too lazy." Owen called back.
"I want to sit across from Ianto!" Jack said gleefully.
"I'm not helping you cheat Swee- Jack!" Ianto replied, rolling his eyes so far back only the white was visible.
"Are you sure?" Jack winked. "I'll make it worth your while..." he added as he took his shoes off and , wiggled his toes in a ridiculous yet seductive manner.
"I thought we weren't playing strip poker." Gwen said, confused and not quite getting Jack's intentions.
"It's not strip poker if you start naked." Jack told her with a grin.
"Leave your clothes on Jack!" Ianto said, grinning like a madman.
"I thought you liked me out of my clothes!" Jack whined in reply.
"I do but only when you're spread out and willing on my bed." Ianto said, low and huskily but loud enough to make Gwen splutter in her drink.
"Ianto!" she cried out. "My god, I've never seen you so ..."
"Horny?" Owen asked. "Once you had Harper, you're changed forever."
Jack snorted. "Yeah ... it's you he's lusting after." Jack added, harsher than he had expected. He walked past Owen, leant in and whispered. "Probably has nothing to do with the fact that he had me down his throat an hour ago." the Captain hissed, surprised how easily he had lashed out.
"Wow Harkness." Owen said with a lazy grin. "Green sure isn't your colour."
Jack growled and wanted to give Owen his best retort but was distracted by Toshiko waving at them. "Come on lads. The night is young and I need a new pair of Manolo Blahnik's! Let's get this poker game started!"
The game was relatively uneventful. At least above the table.
Jack had kept his word and he did make it interesting for him and his lover. If he wasn't glancing lustfully at the man, he was licking his lips and winking obscenely at him. Once in a while he would reach out to Ianto, who had sat down next to him, and stroke his thigh. He brushed palm expertly over Ianto's hardening cock, teasing him with his feather light fingers.
Ianto let out a groan as Jack trailed fingers over his throbbing shaft. All eyes suddenly turned to him. Embarrassed and blushing, he muttered 'bad hand' under his breath, waving his cards in the air. Jack however chuckled.
"I need the loo." Jack suddenly proclaimed, hurrying out of his chair. A few moments later, Jack exited the bathroom and smiled as he saw Gwen and Owen laughing happily as they watched Toshiko fling a peanut in the air and catching it with her mouth, showing off her party trick. He loved watching his team so happy and so relaxed. As if the responsibility of Torchwood had lifted from their shoulders.
Just out of nowhere two hands pulled Jack into a dark corner. Breathlessly he felt a hot mouth kissing his neck passionately as if the other was trying to savour as much taste as he could. Jack smiled. He didn't need to open his eyes to know that it was Ianto who had so roughly grabbed him. Ianto ran his lips to his ear, licking the delicate skin of his throat as he went up. Jack felt Ianto's hot breath against his ear and an anguished whimper escaped his lips. The whimper was silenced as Ianto covered Jack's mouth with his own, flicking his tongue over Jack's teeth. He placed a last kiss on his lips, chaste and sweet before pulling back.
Ianto caressed Jack's face as he whispered. "Have I mentioned how beautiful you are to me?"
Jack looked back at his lover, genuinely touched by the words. Ianto fondly smiled as he saw his Captain struggling to find words. He kissed him gently and added "I didn't think so."
Jack embraced Ianto tightly, nuzzling his face on the familiar shoulders. Ianto's hands found their way to Jack's backside and he roughly pulled the older man closer to his own body.
Jack flashed Ianto one of his usual Harkness grins "Keep that up Jones, and I will be forced to ravage you completely."
"Is that a promise?" Ianto asked, caressing his lover one last time before going to sit on the couch. Jack followed suit, lowering himself onto Ianto's lap and straddling his thighs.
"Now you can't escape." Jack growled, gently biting and licking Ianto's ear.
Ianto shivered in anticipation and started pulling Jack's shirt out of his pants so he could feel bare skin.
"As if I ever could...or would." Ianto whispered back.
Ianto softly tickled the back of his spine but alternated the soft gesture with his nails digging sharply into his heated flesh, leaving no room for his intentions to be mistaken.
Jack smiled possessively and bit Ianto's neck hard, leaving a perfect imprint of his teeth on Ianto's skin. "Mine." he growled.
"Yours." Ianto responded, nearly panting.
"Oh god, don't you two ever stop?" Owen cried when he saw Jack and Ianto getting very cosy on the couch. "Get a room!"
Jack rolled off the couch and pulled Ianto with him. They stood up quickly, never losing contact, and left the room laughing whilst kissing and caressing each other's bodies.
"Did they just go into the kitchen?" Gwen asked, a grin shining through her teeth. "You saw what they did to the kitchen at the hub..."
"Oh god!" Owen moaned. "It's like they're teenagers and trying to see how much trouble they can cause!"
Toshiko grinned evilly. "Maybe they need something to cool them down?" she innocently said as she shook a bag of ice cubes.
"You're bloody brilliant Tosh." Owen replied as he quickly grabbed the bag and headed for the kitchen.
Before Owen even got to the kitchen he found both Ianto and Jack's shirts on the floor followed by a belt, though he couldn't tell who the belt belonged to.
Owen froze in his steps the minute he stepped over the threshold. He let his eyes wander over the topless men kissing frantically against his pristine white fridge. He gulped audibly as he saw the ecstatic expression on Ianto's face, seemingly so lost in the embrace that he could not utter anything but a string of welsh curses. A shiver ran down his spine as he noticed that Jack was sporting the same hungry look in his eyes. He felt his groin react as his eyes followed the curves of the perfectly toned abs of both men. Neither man seemed to have noticed the Londoner as they were both too caught up in their little world without a shred of control.
Owen regained his focus when the ice started to burn his hand. He grabbed a handful of the ice cubes and threw them at the heated lovers. Ianto winced when the cold ice hit his hot skin but Jack just laughed.
"Get out of the kitchen! That is just nasty and wrong!" Owen told them. "I EAT here!"
"Funny that's what I was thinking of doing." Jack countered, barely containing his laughter.
"Stop ... doing ... that...in...here!" Owen shouted, enunciating every word as he noticed that Ianto was still busy giving Jack a love bite on his chest.
Jack and Ianto both locked eyes and grinned. They both knew what the other was thinking. "Okay!" they both uttered simultaneously, right before hurrying up to Owen's master bedroom.
Just before they entered the bedroom Jack turned around and headed back to the kitchen. Owen was still standing in the same place and holding the bag of ice, jaw dropped to the floor in astonishment.
Jack took the bag of ice cubes from him with a grin. "Thanks, we might need these."
Owen groaned loudly and snorted as he heard Ianto shout out. "Jack, he's got silk sheets!"
Jacks eyes widened and, if possible, his grin got even bigger.
Owen's smirk soon faltered and his face drained of color. "Don't you dare Jack. Don't you fucking dare."
"Thanks for loosening Ianto up Owen." Jack said, roughly pushing his lips on Owen's. "And you should know by now, I always dare. Especially when it comes to fucking!"
Owen still stood there, open mouthed and shocked when heavy moaning sounded through the apartment. "Right." Toshiko started. "That's our cue. Gwen, share a cab with me?"
"Yeah, sure. Too pissed to drive anyway."
Both women waved goodbye at Owen. When he didn't respond, Toshiko jerked at his arm.
Owen shook his head. "I'm going to have to burn my bed, aren't I?"
"Yeah, I think so." Tosh whispered, barely holding back a laugh. "At least you have a very comfortable couch …"