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Title: 20 Questions
Character/Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult
Word count: 780
Summary: PWP. Two men, a stopwatch, and a game. Teensy spoilers for "Cyberwoman" and "They Keep Killing Suzie."
Beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iainpj, to whom I am extremely grateful.
Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously.
Author's Notes: I don't know where this came from or whether I'll write anything like it again. But at least it's grammatical and everything should be spelled correctly, which in my opinion is almost as hot as actual porn. Hope you like it.
They're playing '20 Questions' again.
Ianto sits naked on Jack's desk, blindfolded with the maroon tie, his palms flat on the desk behind him. He is not allowed to move his hands. That's one of the rules, and Ianto likes rules, even though his job often requires him to break them.
Jack sits, scoots forward between Ianto's legs, and gently takes the other man's cock in his mouth. Then he starts the stopwatch and places it on the desk.
Ianto breathes in sharply at the soft warmth of Jack's mouth and the slippery curling of his tongue.
"Is it something in the Hub?"
Jack's sucking grows lighter, less insistent. Yes.
"Is it bigger than a breadbox?"
Jack's tongue swirls around the tip of Ianto's cock, applying the tiniest bit of pressure, but enough to make the other man start to moan. No.
Those are the rules. One motion that slows things down for Yes, another that speeds it up for No. They compete to see who can win the game yet last the longest before coming. So far, the score is 5-4, Jack's favour, but Ianto's perfectionist streak, not to mention the lust for Jack that startled him so after Lisa's death, makes him want to even that ratio.
"Is it something in this room?"
Jack's right hand reaches forward, tickling Ianto unexpectedly near his bellybutton. Ianto yelps in surprise and wriggles away. "Not fair, Jack," he says, but at least now he knows it's a Yes. Ianto can feel Jack smiling, or at least as much as any man can with his mouth around someone else's dick, and he wishes he could see Jack's face. All he can see through the tie is tiny slits of light, bits of pink that must be his thighs or Jack's hands. Everything else he has to leave to his imagination, and his imagination is very good.
He sighs as Jack laps at him, and manages to ask "Is it from another planet?"
Jack sucks more strongly now, drawing out another moan from his partner. Ianto is starting to breathe heavily and wants to ball up his fists, but moving his palms off the desk is forbidden. Another rule. There are consequences for breaking the rules, and sometimes Ianto thinks that he might fail one day, accidentally on purpose, just to see how far Jack will go in punishing him.
Thinking about this only makes him harder.
There are more questions. There is Jack's hand tweaking Ianto's left nipple, his mouth sucking and biting at it, conclusively eliminating an object spat out by the Rift. Jack's fingers, tracing the rough hairs along Ianto's thighs, while Jack whispers in his ear, "Sometimes I think you know the answer, but you're drawing this out anyway. Cheater," and Ianto knows it isn't the strange lump of coral on his boss' desk. And still later, two of Jack's slick fingers sliding into his asshole, curving inside him, the shocking pleasure nearly causing Ianto to forfeit by virtue of lifting his hands again. He knows it's an ordinary item he sees every day. He also knows that much more of this and he'll come before he identifies the object, and tries reciting the team's phone numbers in his head, the different network passwords, the alphabet backwards, anything to slow Jack down, but oh god there's another finger inside him now, and he cries out, nearly there.
"Is it – is it something – oh – something you eat or drink?"
The fingers slip out, and Ianto groans, lowering himself back to the desk. His balls are so tight they're nearly painful, and he's desperate to come, but Jack has just paused, waiting for the next question.
Even the exhaled breath from Jack's nose tickling Ianto's cock is enough to set him off now, and thrusting himself forward into the other man's mouth, he asks through gasping breaths, "Is it the cup of coffee I brought you this morning?"
Jack pulls away from Ianto, grins at him, and says "You win." Then he bends down again, takes Ianto back into his mouth, and within seconds, Ianto's body is shaking, his cock pulsing as he comes, and he groans and slumps forward over Jack's head.
Jack reaches for the stopwatch and presses the top button. He pulls away from his lover and looks at the watch. "8:35," he says. "Not bad." He looks up at Ianto, now reclining on his elbows, exhausted. "But I bet I can beat that."
"We'll see," Ianto says, still breathing heavily. He pulls down the blindfold, reaches for the stopwatch and resets it. "We'll see."
Character/Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult
Word count: 780
Summary: PWP. Two men, a stopwatch, and a game. Teensy spoilers for "Cyberwoman" and "They Keep Killing Suzie."
Beta:
iainpj, to whom I am extremely grateful.Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously.
Author's Notes: I don't know where this came from or whether I'll write anything like it again. But at least it's grammatical and everything should be spelled correctly, which in my opinion is almost as hot as actual porn. Hope you like it.
They're playing '20 Questions' again.
Ianto sits naked on Jack's desk, blindfolded with the maroon tie, his palms flat on the desk behind him. He is not allowed to move his hands. That's one of the rules, and Ianto likes rules, even though his job often requires him to break them.
Jack sits, scoots forward between Ianto's legs, and gently takes the other man's cock in his mouth. Then he starts the stopwatch and places it on the desk.
Ianto breathes in sharply at the soft warmth of Jack's mouth and the slippery curling of his tongue.
"Is it something in the Hub?"
Jack's sucking grows lighter, less insistent. Yes.
"Is it bigger than a breadbox?"
Jack's tongue swirls around the tip of Ianto's cock, applying the tiniest bit of pressure, but enough to make the other man start to moan. No.
Those are the rules. One motion that slows things down for Yes, another that speeds it up for No. They compete to see who can win the game yet last the longest before coming. So far, the score is 5-4, Jack's favour, but Ianto's perfectionist streak, not to mention the lust for Jack that startled him so after Lisa's death, makes him want to even that ratio.
"Is it something in this room?"
Jack's right hand reaches forward, tickling Ianto unexpectedly near his bellybutton. Ianto yelps in surprise and wriggles away. "Not fair, Jack," he says, but at least now he knows it's a Yes. Ianto can feel Jack smiling, or at least as much as any man can with his mouth around someone else's dick, and he wishes he could see Jack's face. All he can see through the tie is tiny slits of light, bits of pink that must be his thighs or Jack's hands. Everything else he has to leave to his imagination, and his imagination is very good.
He sighs as Jack laps at him, and manages to ask "Is it from another planet?"
Jack sucks more strongly now, drawing out another moan from his partner. Ianto is starting to breathe heavily and wants to ball up his fists, but moving his palms off the desk is forbidden. Another rule. There are consequences for breaking the rules, and sometimes Ianto thinks that he might fail one day, accidentally on purpose, just to see how far Jack will go in punishing him.
Thinking about this only makes him harder.
There are more questions. There is Jack's hand tweaking Ianto's left nipple, his mouth sucking and biting at it, conclusively eliminating an object spat out by the Rift. Jack's fingers, tracing the rough hairs along Ianto's thighs, while Jack whispers in his ear, "Sometimes I think you know the answer, but you're drawing this out anyway. Cheater," and Ianto knows it isn't the strange lump of coral on his boss' desk. And still later, two of Jack's slick fingers sliding into his asshole, curving inside him, the shocking pleasure nearly causing Ianto to forfeit by virtue of lifting his hands again. He knows it's an ordinary item he sees every day. He also knows that much more of this and he'll come before he identifies the object, and tries reciting the team's phone numbers in his head, the different network passwords, the alphabet backwards, anything to slow Jack down, but oh god there's another finger inside him now, and he cries out, nearly there.
"Is it – is it something – oh – something you eat or drink?"
The fingers slip out, and Ianto groans, lowering himself back to the desk. His balls are so tight they're nearly painful, and he's desperate to come, but Jack has just paused, waiting for the next question.
Even the exhaled breath from Jack's nose tickling Ianto's cock is enough to set him off now, and thrusting himself forward into the other man's mouth, he asks through gasping breaths, "Is it the cup of coffee I brought you this morning?"
Jack pulls away from Ianto, grins at him, and says "You win." Then he bends down again, takes Ianto back into his mouth, and within seconds, Ianto's body is shaking, his cock pulsing as he comes, and he groans and slumps forward over Jack's head.
Jack reaches for the stopwatch and presses the top button. He pulls away from his lover and looks at the watch. "8:35," he says. "Not bad." He looks up at Ianto, now reclining on his elbows, exhausted. "But I bet I can beat that."
"We'll see," Ianto says, still breathing heavily. He pulls down the blindfold, reaches for the stopwatch and resets it. "We'll see."
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That's one of the rules, and Ianto likes rules, even though his job often requires him to break them.
Hah! I like that line.
I really enjoyed your presentation of rules throughout the story and the Ianto perspective.
He also knows that much more of this and he'll come before he identifies the object, and tries reciting the team's phone numbers in his head, the different network passwords, the alphabet backwards, anything to slow Jack down, but oh god there's another finger inside him now, and he cries out, nearly there.
That's pretty hot. I love repression and being in a character's headspace when they hold themselves back.
This is one of the best stopwatch!porn that I've read.
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Nice going!
write 300 words involving (noun): ha! kitchen utensil...spork, perhaps? :)
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Ianto "I'm much more than that, Jack needs me!"
Owen "In your dreams, your sad wet dreams where you're his part time shag maybe!"
(Ianto takes aim at Owen)
Owen "That Rift took my lover, and my Captain, so if I die now, well it'll all be in the line of duty!"
(bang) Ianto shoots him in the shoulder.
Clearly Owen knows that Ianto has the hots for Jack, but either he doesn't know that they're actually doing it, or he knows and he's just trying to hurt Ianto, or maybe Jack and Ianto aren't actually shagging at that point.
Love the fic by the way!
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Glad you enjoyed the story!
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Just proves the sexiest organ in the body is the your brain!
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Gay male porn isn't my thing either, and yet this is what I ended up with. The mind is a dark forest.
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There are consequences for breaking the rules, and sometimes Ianto thinks that he might fail one day, accidentally on purpose, just to see how far Jack will go in punishing him.
Meep. Also, the entire There are more questions paragraph is great.
Two minor questions: Ianto asks the same question twice? And that's okay? And how can he tell that Jack's grinning, looking at the watch, etc, at the end, before he removes the blindfold? It feels like he's noticing it more than surmising.
In conclusion, you are going to post that other thing you mentioned writing, right? And maybe possibly consider continuing after that?
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I'm glad you liked the "There are more questions" paragraph. It may be my favorite bit in the story, though I did wonder if it needed to be pulled in favor of more sex. It is totally a cheat because I worried that an entire story's worth of 20 Questions would be boring.
And how can he tell that Jack's grinning, looking at the watch, etc, at the end, before he removes the blindfold?
Hmm. I wonder if this is a POV problem? I have some other instances in the story where I describe Jack's reactions, so that one didn't feel out of place to me.
Um, and yeah, I'll post the other thing as soon as I re-read it and determine it doesn't suck.
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Oh, I think there's sufficient sex, even within that paragraph. And it works well for the pacing, adds some variety, and has some great lines.
I have some other instances in the story where I describe Jack's reactions, so that one didn't feel out of place to me.
Hmm. I really never thought you left Ianto's head, otherwise. There's nothing else that felt beyond what he can observe or assume, and it all feels filtered through him. And there's that delightful justification for how he knows Jack's smiling in the early part.
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Slash: always an interesting source of dinner conversation.
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Also, I didn't friendslock this post, because I wanted it to be accessible to people in the DW/Torchwood community who don't necessarily know me.
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Urf. Sorry about that. I don't know how I missed it.
It is totally a cheat because I worried that an entire story's worth of 20 Questions would be boring.
That would only have worked if you were willing to describe 20 separate sexual results, which would have overwhelmed this story.
Hmm. I wonder if this is a POV problem? I have some other instances in the story where I describe Jack's reactions, so that one didn't feel out of place to me.
I will say that I wondered if that was something I should mention -- the middle of the story is wrapped tightly around Ianto's POV -- but you do describe Jack's reactions early when Ianto couldn't possibly have seen them, so it made sense that you did it again later. Jack's actions bracketing Ianto's reactions, more or less.
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