Ianto is asleep.
He free floats in the sleeping quarters and Jack takes a moment to watch, then gently hooks him by his leg and pulls him though the zero grav vessel.
Jack gently manoeuvres Ianto into the observation deck where the stars illuminate the space and with the upmost care, he gently lowers him to a waiting cushion of mattresses.
Ianto moans and frowns, he is dreaming.
Jack sooths his frown with soft kisses, peppered across his brow. Ianto huffs and stiffs.
"Hey" Jack whispers, "It's OK. We're OK."
Ianto reaches for him, still more asleep that awake and the child-like pout is so endearing that Jack has no hesitation as he sinks into the embrace.
Oh, I forgot the mention … they're naked. Yeah?
They had already consummated the relationship in the loading bay. Hard, fast and animalistic at Houston pretended not to listen to the heady cries of passion and whispered declarations of affection.
Gwen was pleased with the effect not only on herself but Rhys who celebrated with her in their own little bubble of delight, in their sleeping quarters later that day.
Ianto feels loose and aches in all the right places, a reminder that he is alive.
Still here God. If you're there, thanks for the assist.
Jack wonders what Ianto is thinking as a smile flitters across his face and he strokes Ianto's arms and torso affectionately to soothe and please.
Ianto's body shows that he is indeed pleased with that action and wouldn't mind some more.
As Jack drifts down to Ianto's joy stick we see a shooting star out the window. The brightness cutting through Ianto's eyelids and they flutter against his cheeks, his eyelashes like butterfly wings. Then they open and soft blue eyes look at the vast greatness of space.
Jack offers a little more space as well and Ianto squeezes his eyes shut as he arches in the bedding with a groan of lusty pleasure that encourages his partner to release his current cargo and drift up for a kiss.
Ianto's legs are open and as he relaxes, they drift up and around Jack. Still loose and open from their recent activities, Jack slides into Ianto's docking bay without too must fuss and Ianto giggles as Jack whispers instructions like he is berthing the vessel.
"Yarr to starboard" Jack mutters as he adjusts himself and seats himself deeper.
"Oh Cariad" Ianto sighs, throwing his head back and revelling in the sensation of being filled.
Jack licks his neck, "Prepare for revers thrusters on my mark."
More giggling as Jack whispers "Mark" then slowly withdraws most of his manhood then stops.
Ianto whimpers and wriggles as he looks up at his gorgeous shipmate and Jack grins.
"All power to the engines and commence docking procedure, in three, two …" Jack's eyes roll back as Ianto squeezes Jack's balls and whispers "One!"
Jack begins to fuck him, good and proper.
Thank you Houston, no problems here.
Ianto's panting and cries of pleasure fuel Jack's engines as he gets more physical and they float form the bedding into the room's main space.
Ianto either doesn't realise or doesn't care as he urges Jack on, whimpering with the need to unload.
They hit the window of the observation deck and Jack can see the stars outside as he is pounding into Ianto, better leverage now they're against something.
Ianto is seeing stars as well, howling as Jack hits that release button, again and again.
"Coming" Ianto whines as he shoots cum between them and Jack eagerly sucks it out of the airless vacuum is floats into, like a protein shake.
Ianto watches as Jack leans back and his mouth engulfs a wayward lump of spunk, god so fucking sexy with sweat glistening on his body and Ianto runs his hands over him before any can become airborne.
"Wanna bath" Ianto murmured as he pulls Jack back into his arms and Jack huffs as he begins pumping again, the taste of Ianto helping quicken his own completion.
Jack cries hoarsely as the third thrust is his undoing and he convulses in Ianto's arms as they float away from the glass and into the middle of the room.
Ianto's second orgasm is a surprise to them both, plastered together as Ianto's dick pulses between their stomachs, coating them with cum.
"Yeah" Jack answers, between kisses, "Wet wipes at dawn"
"Ah shit!" Ianto moans, "No dark side. Did we just deafen them again?"
"No need to worry Torchwood" came a breathy reply from Gwen, "Just me and Rhys on the wire, it's three in the morning here. Just us."
"Het little duckies" Jack answers with a smile in his voice.
"He…ahhhh…yeah….hi ….oh god woman, watch those …shit …"
"Rhys?" Ianto raises an eyebrow as Jack roars with laughter and they become the Voyeurs.
Goodnight Sweeties.