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Jack In Cuffs.
“Your coat, sir,” Jack took the proffered clothing from Ianto’s arms, slipping it over his shoulders,
“Thanks, Yan, hopefully this shouldn’t take too long, just have to go Retcon a couple of pedestrians,” he told the younger man,
“See you when you get back, then,” Ianto replied.
* * *
Jack delved his hands into his pockets, looking for some shelter from the driving wind. His fingers curled around cold metal…
Handcuffs.
His mind was instantly plagued by images of the previous night. Strong arms bound to the headboard. Lips nipping at his throat, sucking, biting gently. Legs wrapped ‘round his waist, flipping him over suddenly.
He would have to ask Ianto how he did that particular trick.
Then it was Jack who was cuffed to the bed. Straining against the metal bracelets as Ianto’s mouth went to work on his cock, driving him near crazy with need.
“You alright, Jack?” Gwen asked, suddenly interrupting him from his delicious memories.
“Fine. Well, guys, I think we’re done here. No-one else seems to have seen anything. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” he told them, chuckling to himself as Tosh, Gwen and Owen all bolted off, not giving him a chance to change his mind.
Not that he planned to, anyway!
* * *
“I liked that little reminder earlier on,” Jack purred into Ianto’s chest, his hot breath leaving goosebumps on the younger man’s flesh.
“Whatever do you mean?” the Welshman asked, mock innocent. The Captain captured Ianto’s lips in a searing kiss before he responded.
“Let’s just say… It’s funny, the things I find in my coat pockets!”
Fin.
Little ficlet about the things Jack finds in his coat pockets. Inspired because Fonti decided to have a rifle through my coat pockets and found my handcuffs.
Warnings; Mild guy on guy sex, nothing too graphic, unfortunately. Usual note to all would-be flamers, i.e. we will publish your flames and laugh at them.
I don’t own either Jack or Ianto. If I did, Torchwood would be on a lot later and would contain a Hell of a lot more sex.
“Your coat, sir,” Jack took the proffered clothing from Ianto’s arms, slipping it over his shoulders,
“Thanks, Yan, hopefully this shouldn’t take too long, just have to go Retcon a couple of pedestrians,” he told the younger man,
“See you when you get back, then,” Ianto replied.
* * *
Jack delved his hands into his pockets, looking for some shelter from the driving wind. His fingers curled around cold metal…
Handcuffs.
His mind was instantly plagued by images of the previous night. Strong arms bound to the headboard. Lips nipping at his throat, sucking, biting gently. Legs wrapped ‘round his waist, flipping him over suddenly.
He would have to ask Ianto how he did that particular trick.
Then it was Jack who was cuffed to the bed. Straining against the metal bracelets as Ianto’s mouth went to work on his cock, driving him near crazy with need.
“You alright, Jack?” Gwen asked, suddenly interrupting him from his delicious memories.
“Fine. Well, guys, I think we’re done here. No-one else seems to have seen anything. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” he told them, chuckling to himself as Tosh, Gwen and Owen all bolted off, not giving him a chance to change his mind.
Not that he planned to, anyway!
* * *
“I liked that little reminder earlier on,” Jack purred into Ianto’s chest, his hot breath leaving goosebumps on the younger man’s flesh.
“Whatever do you mean?” the Welshman asked, mock innocent. The Captain captured Ianto’s lips in a searing kiss before he responded.
“Let’s just say… It’s funny, the things I find in my coat pockets!”
Fin.
Little ficlet about the things Jack finds in his coat pockets. Inspired because Fonti decided to have a rifle through my coat pockets and found my handcuffs.
Warnings; Mild guy on guy sex, nothing too graphic, unfortunately. Usual note to all would-be flamers, i.e. we will publish your flames and laugh at them.
I don’t own either Jack or Ianto. If I did, Torchwood would be on a lot later and would contain a Hell of a lot more sex.
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TW Fanfic- After The Date
After The Date
Jack/Ianto
By BarrowmanFan
Ianto was happy to be going home after the date. He knew Jack and Spaghetti bolognaise wasn't a good mix. It was embarrassing
more to the fact that Jack didn't really mind he would shovel more than he knew he could fit into his mouth. Ianto turned the
key with one hand, and pulling off his favourite red silk tie with the other.
Ianto wiped his feet on the mat and disappeared into the kitchen straight away. Jack shut the door behind him, turning around he
stopped and admired Ianto's lounge. Jack had pictured Ianto's flat before, on several accessions, but he never expected Ianto
to have dark
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JackXIanto Easter Fun
Ianto smiled sleepily and stretched across to Jack beside him. He wasn't there. The bed was still slightly warm but Ianto was alone. He yawned and stretched again
'Jack?' he called but there was no reply. Ianto pushed himself up onto his elbows and yawned again, he looked to the empty space where his lover usually lay - there was a blue plastic Easter egg on the pillow.
'Jack?' he tried again and reached for the plastic egg. Opening it he pulled out a scrap of paper that read
Easter's cool and really fun
I want to bite your hot-cross bun
But where's the bunny? Do you know?
Is he where Owen puts on a show?
Ianto frowned then grinned and
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Captain Jack Harkness
Cute
Amorous
Perfection
Tempting
Attractive
Intriguing
Narcissist
Jovial
Assertive
Charming
Keen
Hardcore
Alluring
Remarkable
Kinky
Naughty
Enchanting
Spirited
Sexy
This is our Captain, just the way we like him!
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It kills me that this fic is so small. But since I've done bondage!porn already, I'm gonna have to wait before using it for a big fic again.
Title inspiration came from a picture Fonti took of me in my coat. I don't know why he thought I looked like I was handcuffed though... Hmmm lol!!
Usual things, comments are sexy lovefests.
Title inspiration came from a picture Fonti took of me in my coat. I don't know why he thought I looked like I was handcuffed though... Hmmm lol!!
Usual things, comments are sexy lovefests.
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Oh this reminded me of when i got rid of my sets of cuffs! I had 2 standard sets and one set divided on a chain (goes around posts etc easier). Well I found them in my cupboard many years later and thought I'd better get rid of them so i put them in 2 bags and tied the tops - unfortunately they got mixed up with the bags to go to one of the charity shops. I just hope some old lady didnt open the bags and get a nasty shock - because someone certainly did!!!