Jack and Ianto - runawayI dont care Jack! Its late and Im leavingJack and Ianto - runaway6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Ianto made his way thought the work stations to grab his coat on the far side near the cog door. Jack shortly made his way to where Ianto was, trying to stop him from leaving the hub, with the most confused look upon him. Jack wasnt sure what was going though his lovers mind right now but Ianto? What did I do that was so wrong?
Ianto was frowning towards Jack with such envy in his eyes you dont talk to me anymore, youve been avoiding me face it Jack! Im starting to consider that you dont even love me any more.
Jack eyes open wider with shock as he said the same last words dont love you anymore? What are you talking about Ianto Jones? Im nothing without you
Ianto still wasnt convinced by the captains words you know exactly what Im talking about, and besides I dont have to explain myself to you.
Tease MeTease Me.Tease Me7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Sequel To Jack In Cuffs.
Ianto was worried. Jack had called a meeting in the boardroom, pulled them all in, been specific about the time. And he wasnt even there. Jack had never skipped out on a meeting. He loved public speaking too much. It was strange.
The others seemed fine about it. They sat, casually around the table, chatting about Weevils.
And I swear I saw Janet in the clothing department buying a boiler suit! Gwen laughed, throwing both her hands up in jest.
I certainly hope she was planning to dress herself! Tosh replied, casting a pointed glance at Owen,
Hey, you can joke, but have you ever tried putting a Weevils jump suit on? Its not easy I can assure you! he pouted,
Id never have guessed that boiler suits were your style, Owen Ianto teased, deadpan, but a tad distracted. Owen huffed just a little, the girls giggled; obviously imagining Owen dressed as a Weevil. The Welshman couldnt qui
Showers.Shower.Showers.7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The steaming water pelted against his skin, soothing away the aches and pains of the day. He sighed, pressing both palms against the cold, white tile, feeling the sharp contrast to the hot spray coming from the showerhead. His mind wandered, lingering over the image of Jack. Jack, drenched in the rain, his dark hair plastered to his stunning face, his coat thrown aside, the thin shirt he wore, clinging to his chest, completely see through.
His hand travelled downwards, running smoothly over his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps pricking at his skin. The memory grew more vivid in his mind; Jacks pants, soaking, taught over his strong thighs. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft as he remembered the way the fabric had been near stretched to the limit over Jacks crotch.
He started to stroke when his lust-addled brain was overcome by the fantasy of Jack there with him, Jacks hand pumping his cock, Jacks lips pressed to the back of his neck, Jacks