It was another normal day at Torchwood Three in Cardiff. One of those days where you try not to get yourself killed… or kill Gwen. A fine line ya know?

Finally there was a lull and a chance for some fun, heading up the office and tapping the button that turned the glass overlooking the workers below opaque. He was behind the desk, swinging in the chair and I could see from here that he already had his trousers pooled around his boots… waiting for me. Doesn't pay to keep him waiting.

"Right then" I said as calmly as I could "I have something for you!"

"Something new." He nodded. "Fine, let's see this gift of yours."

I moved away, a space of about three feet forming between him because of me.

Enough for him to watch and for me to undress. I kicked off my boots, placing them neatly by the door, joining them with my socks. He watched in silence. I continued to unbutton my shirt also without a word, yanking my T-shirt out of my trousers and then off, folding it and placing it atop my shoes and socks. Methodically, clinically, my heart throbbing. The belt was unbuckled, the trousers slid down, off, folded as well. Then just me and my boxers, the tenting obvious.

He stood there, arms akimbo, waiting for the crescendo.

I nodded, gulped, and slid down my underwear, my cock springing out, swaying as I set the final piece on the floor. I sat in the chair staring up at him, naked, rigid. I started to speak, the words getting caught, and then began again. "I, um, need to put a foot up on your desk, sir."

"Oh, sure," he managed, breath in a pant.

I put the foot up, my legs splayed far apart, and craned my neck down, the leaking head just a fraction of an inch away.

"See, I can just get the top in, sir. Gotta strain the back, but…" And then I was sucking the head, a jolt of adrenalin shooting down my spine and up my still-thickening cock. I stared up. He stared down in rapt attention.

"That as far as you can go, boy?"

I popped it out.

"Just the head, sir." I laughed. "Still, it seems to do the trick."

He moved in to my side, his hand suddenly on my upper back. "Mind if I, can I, um, help. Push you down a bit."

A novel idea. I liked the sound of it. "Please. That would be, um, awesome."

And, like he said, it helped. A great deal. His pushing was all I needed, my one inch of downed flesh quickly becoming two, three, my mouth bobbing up and down on my granite-like prick, sucking the length of it, my eyes fluttering in ecstasy.

He eased up, my cock popping out. "Thanks. See, you learn something every day."

He laughed, moving back to a few feet in front of me.

I sat back up, my dick pointing at him. I clenched, made it bob. "But I could, I could, um, teach you a few things, though. The boy becomes the man."

Now it was my turn to emphasize the word come.

"A trade," he said. He started to finish undressing. "So it shall be done."

I straddled his lap, facing him as he felt his cock rub against me in such a delicious way, then I speared myself.

"Just relax and breathe for me, baby," he said.

Baby. I liked the sound of that. He was back to being on control.

"Okay, I'm trying." I sucked in deep, letting the air fill my lungs, and then breathed it out.

He smiled a toothy grin. "You really want to squeeze it, don't you?"

"I can't help it. I want to bounce on it!"

"You will when I'm ready for you to. Let me work my magic."

I continued breathing, my chest rising and falling as the feeling overwhelmed me. My prostate was swollen now, my balls aching for sweet relief. If I could just get past the edge.

A tingling sensation radiated through me. My cock was twitching against his stomach but it was involuntary.

He was controlling me. Every time he banged against my aching prostate gland, my cock jumped in response. It was really going to happen this time. I felt the pressure building. I was almost there, getting closer with every powerful thrust.

He was grunting too. Sweat was forming on his forehead and his eyes were pinched shut. His teeth were clenched. I could tell we were on the edge of this cliff together.

Pounding harder.

Harder.

Goddamn, I was so fucking close. Just a few more thrusts and I'd be free. I imagined an avalanche of thick, creamy white cum exploding out of me. It would flow over his gorgeous washboard stomach.

So. Close.

So.

Fucking.

Close.

I was shaking uncontrollably. An earthquake rumbled inside me. He started pounding me faster, harder, right against my sweet spot. Here it came. I was almost there.

Ready for lift off.

I grit my teeth, grabbed hold of his shoulders for support and dug my fingers into his flesh. Here it came, the moment I'd been waiting for.

Just one more push, one more step, and I'd be in heaven. I clamped down on his thick cock, tightened my pelvic floor, ready to take that leap.

And then…

The world exploded.

I came back to earth with his arms around me, his breath against my chest as he held me and I let my head fall forward, to steal a kiss then say softly "Happy Birthday Ianto."

As Ianto sat in my chair with me on top of him, he could only grin as he whispered "thank you Jack."

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The End