Title: 42 Recreational Uses for a Stopwatch Part II: Holding Out
By: amuly
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, some mention of one-sided!Owen/Tosh
Word Count: 3,852/14,096
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Uses 14-26 for a stopwatch. All somehow "holding out" related.
Warnings: Stopwatch kink, exhibitionism/voyeurism, role playing, implied rimjob
A/N: 3 different "sections" that the drabbles are divided into: Racing, Holding Out, and Timing. This one is "Holding Out". Some of these are more drabble-y than others, b/c I really suck at actually writing drabbles.

14. :40

            “As someone with a vested interest in your continued bodily health, I’m going to have to put a stop to this.” Jack made to grab the stopwatch out of Ianto’s hand, but Ianto was too quick. He held his hand out behind him, turning to smile lewdly at Jack.

            “Owen would never off me; he needs the coffee. Besides, he’s already at thirty seconds without a refill, it shouldn’t be much longer.” Ianto traced a hand down one of Jack’s suspenders. It was enough to make Jack forget why he was reprimanding Ianto. “Now, if you want to examine my body, you know, to look after your interests…”

            “Ianto! Could I get some coffee? Bloody hell, who’s a guy got to shag? Actually, on second thought, don’t answer that.”

            With a smirk, Ianto depressed the button on the stopwatch and pulled away from Jack’s roaming hands. “Forty seconds.” Ianto tugged on his suit jacket and walked quickly over to Owen. “Sorry about that.” As Ianto carried the coffee mug over to the machine to get a refill, he grinned at a frustrated Jack who was glaring across the room at him. “Would you like a refill too, sir?” There, now Jack was smiling again. 

15. :43

            “I think you blinked.”

            “I did not Jack, now stop distracting me.”

            “Are you sure you didn’t blink?”

            “Jack, I swear, if you-”

            “Blinked! You blinked! Forty-three seconds”

            Ianto rubbed his eyes and stepped away from Janet’s cell, grumbling. “I knew what you were doing.”

            Jack shrugged and took Ianto’s place in front of the cell. “You still blinked. Alright, ready?”

            Ianto nodded, stopwatch in hand. “Go.”

            Jack opened his eyes and stared at Janet, refusing to blink. “Ten seconds. You know Jack, I don’t think we’ve ever had sex down here before. You could shove me up against the glass, or on one of the concrete benches in the cells. We could even play prisoner and prison guard…”

            Jack shifted, trying to will away his burgeoning erection, while at the same time trying his best not to blink. He felt Ianto’s breath on the back of his neck. “You know, I have the handcuffs on me.”

            Jack growled and spun around, pushing Ianto backwards until he was pressed up against the door to the cell behind them. “What was my time?”

            Ianto smirked, looking at the stopwatch. “Thirty-two seconds. Looks like I win.”

            Jack put his hands on the cell door, on either side of Ianto’s head. “Well, what do you want as your prize?”

16. 1:00

            Ianto shivered a little as he sat on the autopsy table. Metal in a cold, damp sewer in Cardiff wasn’t exactly warm on the bum. Jack strolled in, clipboard, stopwatch, and pen in hand, greatcoat replaced by a Doctor’s jacket, stethoscope around his neck. Ianto shivered for an entirely different reason.

            “What seems to be the problem Mr….” a pause as Jack looked down at the clipboard in his hand, “Jones.”

            A smile tugged at the corner of Ianto’s lips. “Please, call me Ianto. And I’m just here for a check-up.”

            Jack nodded, setting the clipboard down. “Alright, then. Let me just start by taking your pulse…”

            The sight of the stopwatch sent a jolt down Ianto’s spine, and he felt his cock twitching. Jack took his wrist in hand and found his pulse. The feel of Jack’s fingers ghosting over his wrist did nothing to quell Ianto’s burgeoning erection. “One hundred and ten. That’s awfully high, are you feeling…” Jack’s tongue darted out from between his lips, “excited, in any way?”

            Ianto’s mouth went dry as he shook his head. “No, doctor. I can’t imagine what could be the problem.”

            Jack’s lips twitched as he went through the next procedures: blood pressure, heartbeat, lungs. Just when Ianto was growing desperate enough to drag Jack onto the table with him, Jack stepped back. “Only two things left to check. Stand up, please.”

            Ianto’s heart thudded in his chest as he stood. Jack pulled on surgical gloves as Ianto watched, precome starting to slide down his erection. Jack leaned in and gripped Ianto’s balls in the hand with the glove. “Cough,” he murmured, face centimeters from Ianto’s. Weakly, Ianto coughed. Jack grinned up at Ianto, squeezing his balls lightly before he let go. Ianto gasped.

            “Now for the last thing,” Jack snapped the glove against his wrist for dramatic effect, “turn around and bend over.”

17. 2:30

            “Don’t move…” Jack breathed. Ianto was on his hands and knees on Jack’s cot, trying his best to stay still. Between the cheeks of his arse stood the stopwatch, ticking away. Jack smirked at the sight laid out in front of him. “For every minute you keep it there, you get a night of whatever you want. Got it?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            Reaching down, Jack took Ianto’s arousal in hand and began stroking it. Ianto’s arms began shaking with the effort of not thrusting or clenching, and within a minute sweat was dripping down his face, falling and making small spots on the bed sheets. Jack grinned. Adding his left hand, Jack cupped Ianto’s balls and rolled them between his fingers. Ianto groaned, hips twitching slightly. The stopwatch shifted and Ianto’s entire body tensed.

            “Careful.”

            Ianto’s fingers were clenching and unclenching on the sheets. “Jack…”

            Jack thumbed the head of Ianto’s cock, spreading precome down the shaft. Ianto twitched and clenched at the movement, and the stopwatch slipped from between his cheeks.

            Picking it up off the sheets, Jack stopped his ministrations. “Two minutes thirty. Looks like you only get two nights when you get to do whatever you want.”

            Ianto rolled over and sat up, grinning lasciviously. Jack’s eyes immediately flicked down to Ianto’s still-erect cock, before looking back up and meeting Ianto’s eyes. “Can I use one tonight?”

18. 4:19

            Ianto’s mouth engulfed Jack’s cock as his right hand gripped the base firmly. Above him, Jack groaned lewdly, hand tangled in Ianto’s hair. Ianto hollowed his cheeks, sucking on Jack as he slid his mouth down and back. He pulled back until just the tip was in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip, pressing it into the slit there and tasting precome.

            “Damn it, Ianto! Is that even…ah…fair?”

            Ianto slid his mouth back down the shaft, tonguing the vein on the underside as he did. Another frustrated groan from Jack spurred Ianto forward. Rapidly he began moving his head up and down, making sure to apply tortuously even suction as he did so. He felt Jack’s hips twitch beneath him, followed by a tentative thrust.

            Immediately Ianto pulled back, letting Jack’s arousal slide from his mouth. “That’s time.”

            Jack practically threw the stopwatch at Ianto, reaching down to touch himself. “Oh no you don’t,” Ianto grabbed Jack’s wrist and stopped him. “You didn’t make it five minutes.” Ianto turned the stopwatch around to show Jack. “Four nineteen. That means I win.”

            With a feral growl Jack jumped on Ianto, eager to be his prize.

19. 5:08

            Ianto would never tell Jack, but sometimes he secretly timed him. Ianto even had a favorite action of Jack to time: how long Jack could go without touching him in the Hub. Ianto only timed this when he wasn’t spending the whole day in the archives: even if Jack wanted to touch him those days, he would never be able to find him. No, Ianto timed those days when he was in Jack’s office, getting everyone coffee, sorting the dry-cleaning, &c.

            Jack’s record time for unknowingly keeping his hands off Ianto was thirty-eight minutes. Ianto let Jack kiss him on the cheek as he stepped out to make a new batch of coffee. Surreptitiously, Ianto pressed the stopwatch in his pocket. He didn’t think today would be a record-breaking day.

            Sure enough, when Ianto returned to Jack’s office with coffee, Jack reached out and brushed his fingertips as he accepted the cup, glancing at it before smiling up at Ianto. Ianto smiled back as he slipped his hand in his pocket to stop timing.

            Once outside the office, Ianto pulled the watch out of his pocket and checked it. Five minutes, eight seconds. Definitely not a record-breaking day.

2o. 5:20

            Ianto sat in the interrogation room, naked, handcuffs around his wrists. He kept himself from looking up at the observation window with some difficulty. Slowly, sensually, he reached down and stroked his cock with bound hands. Leaning his head back for effect, Ianto let his eyes flutter closed as he stroked.

            The stopwatch on the table in front of him ticked, tracking the time as he sat there and stroked himself for the man he knew was watching him. Groaning, Ianto rubbed the cold metal of the handcuffs against his arousal, the contrast sending a shudder up his spine. Standing, Ianto awkwardly maneuvered himself onto the table, then laid himself down across it: arousal jutting up from him, tip leaking precome. He resumed his stroking, letting his neck fall to the left, making sure Jack had a good view of the soft, pale skin there.

            “Mm…Jack…I can’t reach behind me this way…I need your help…”

            The door swung up and Ianto snapped his head around, grinning. “Stop it.” He murmured, nodding at the stopwatch.

            Jack strode forward and stopped it, glancing down. “Five twenty.” With no more preamble, Jack climbed up onto the interrogation table, pressing down onto Ianto.

            “Aren’t you going to remove the cuffs?”

21. 6:23

            “Okay, so explain to me what we’re timing again?”

            Jack was leaning back in his chair, staring up at Ianto who was sitting comfortably on his desk. Ianto leaned over, glancing out the doorway at the team. Lowering his voice, Ianto turned back to Jack. “We wait until Tosh glances over at Owen. Then we time how long until she glances at him again.”

            Jack nodded, appearing to very seriously contemplate the matter. “How long do you think this’ll take?”

            Ianto frowned, raising his eyebrows. “It depends. If she’s working on a difficult project, she might not look at him for hours. But if she’s not really doing anything all that interesting, it could be under a minute.”

            Steepling his fingers, Jack considered for a moment. “Is she working on anything important?”

            “Not to my knowledge.”

            Jack hopped up from his chair. “Well then why are we waiting here?”

            Both men walked over to the doorway and glanced out at Tosh. While Jack watched her carefully, Ianto picked up some files. He handed one to Jack, who raised an eyebrow at them. “Well, we can’t just stand here.”

            They didn’t have to wait long. Tosh glanced over at Owen, who was sitting in the workstation next to her, apparently not doing much. The stopwatch clicked on in Ianto’s hand, and both men exchanged a smile. They took turns staring at her, looking down at the files in their hands when they weren’t, so as not to arouse suspicion. As Jack stared down at his file and Ianto watched Tosh closely, Jack tried to keep himself entertained. “Hey Ianto, what do you want to do tonight?”

            He saw Ianto shrug out of the corner of his eye. “Dunno. Wasn’t planning on doing anything. Beside, well, the usual. Switch.”

            Jack grinned, thinking about “the usual”. “Well, do you want to do something? We could get a nice dinner in town.”

            “In town? I don’t know, Jack. When I say ‘I can never take you anywhere’, I’m only half-joking. Your propensity for public displays of affection is unprecedented.”

            Jack gazed at Tosh, intent on the screens in front of her. “What if I promise to be good?”

            “Only if you offered collateral.”

            Jack raised his eyebrows. “Well, you could always-” Jack cut himself off; Tosh’s head had flickered over in Owen’s direction again. “That’s time.”

            Ianto nodded at the stopwatch, raising his eyebrows. “Six minutes, twenty-three seconds. That’s actually longer than I thought.” As he looked up his eyes caught Jack’s, and he smiled softly at the eagerness there. “Where did you have in mind?”

22. 7:20

            “Seven minutes.”

            “No, she’s better than that. I’ll go with fifteen.”

            Ianto nodded at Jack. “Deal.”

            As Ianto gave the most boring lecture humanly possible on the exact organization of the archives, Jack sat across the table from Gwen. In his hand he held the stopwatch, and he watched Gwen’s face carefully, looking for tell-tale signs of sleep.

            Ianto was, apparently, all too good at being boring, because seven minutes twenty seconds in Gwen’s head dropped to her chest suddenly, before she jerked herself awake. Ianto and Jack shared a look, confirming the action as the end of time. Jack slipped the stopwatch in his vest pocket and spent the rest of the meeting contemplated exactly how he could reward Ianto.

23. 8:18

            Ianto stilled his face, trying his best not to grin as he bent over the coffee table, straightening out papers. He was extremely aware of his position relative to the CCTV cameras, and made sure to stay bent over longer than strictly necessary. Wouldn’t want Jack to miss out on the nudity.

            Ianto couldn’t even be positive Jack was watching. The others had all left, and Ianto had made an excuse about straightening things out before he and Jack could enjoy dinner. Without another word to Jack, he had stripped and started the stopwatch as he went about straightening up the Hub. He secretly bet himself that Jack would notice and be down here in two minutes or less – Jack had a tendency to spy on Ianto as he worked.

            As Ianto moved on from the coffee table to Tosh’s workstation, and from there to Owen’s, he allowed himself a small frown. This was taking longer than he thought it would. He didn’t dare check the stopwatch, not wanting to give up his game. He shrugged to himself and continued cleaning; Jack could be actually working for once, Ianto couldn’t exactly complain about that.

            Moving on to the autopsy bay, Ianto continued straightening up. By now he was sick of trying to look sexy for the CCTV, and was growing increasingly frustrated. What could Jack be doing?

            The sound of footsteps reached his ears, and Ianto grinned. Finally. He kept his back to the Hub, bending over lewdly to pick up some medical tools that had fallen to the ground. An arm encircled his waist as he straightened, and Ianto leaned back into Jack’s embrace. Reaching for the stopwatch that he had placed on the autopsy bed, Ianto depressed the button and glanced at it.

“It took you eight minutes and eighteen seconds to notice me?” Ianto felt Jack shift suspiciously against him. He turned around and stared, taking note of Jack’s guilty, and somewhat flushed, face. “You, you didn’t!”

            Jack just grinned guiltily. “What was I supposed to do? You were bending over, waggling your perfect bum at the camera…I couldn’t help myself.”

            Ianto stormed off, exasperated. “You were supposed to come down here and ravage me! I was ten meters away, you didn’t have to…”

            A hand grabbed for Ianto’s elbow and spun him around, pulling him in tight to Jack. “Well, now I am down here to ravage you…”

24. 12:24

            Jack was better at waiting between coffee refills than Owen. For one, he had a vested interest in keeping Ianto happy, and shouting at him every thirty seconds for coffee refills (or, what was it last time with Owen, forty seconds?) wasn’t exactly the way into Ianto’s good graces. Second, Jack didn’t pay attention to his coffee that much. When he had it, he was grateful, and Ianto made the best cup he had ever drank. But Jack had a bad tendency to ignore bodily needs like drink and caffeine – one of the many reasons he needed Ianto around – and so wouldn’t realize his coffee was empty for a while.

            Today though, Jack noticed. He noticed because he was horny and bored, and was just waiting for Ianto to refill his coffee so that he could seduce him into a quick hand job in the interrogation room. His cup had been empty for…well, he wasn’t sure exactly how long, but he was sure this was longer than he normally went between coffee. Weighing his options, Jack considered shouting for Ianto. Then again, he might be deep in the archives, working on some sort of important…filing…or something.

            Jack rocked himself out of his chair, strolling over to the office doorway. Shocked, he spotted Ianto. Not in the archives, not even busy, except…refilling Owen’s coffee? And not his?

            “Ianto!” Ianto’s head snapped up, a smile quirking at his lips.

            “Jack. Do you want something?”

            Jack crossed his arms and stared at Ianto as menacingly as he could manage. Of course, that never really worked on Ianto, who just arched an eyebrow back. “Would you like some coffee?”

            Jack was about to storm back into his office when he noticed Ianto reaching into his pocket. Aghast, he saw Ianto pull out the stopwatch and click it, before glancing back up at Jack. His mouth refused to close, and Ianto just nodded, mock-impressed. “Twelve minutes, twenty-four seconds. Impressive, sir.”

            Grumbling, Jack stormed back into his office. Ianto was going to pay for that later.

25. 27:49

            Ianto gasped as Jack’s fingers entered him. He arched into the touch, hands scrambling at the sheets beneath them. “Come on, Jack. Hurry up.”

            Jack’s lips kissed the inside of Ianto’s thigh, and he groaned, frustrated. “No need to rush things. We have all night…In fact…” Jack removed his fingers and rocked back, severing all contact. Ianto groaned and reached forward, but Jack pulled back. “Get the stopwatch.”

            Ianto quirked an eyebrow and reached down on the floor for his pants, rummaging through his pockets until he found it. Handing it over to Jack, he leaned back on his elbows expectantly. “What are you going to do with it?” he breathed.

            Jack smirked as he leaned in to Ianto, stopwatch not started yet. “How long do you think you could last?”

            Ianto groaned, letting his head fall back to the pillow. “No, Jack. No foreplay timing, that one took too long.”

            Jack shook his head and leaned over Ianto, dropping small kisses onto Ianto’s lips. “Not foreplay, sex. How long do you think you could last with me inside you, thrusting, hitting that sweet spot…”

            Ianto groaned and thrust his hips up, seeking out friction. Jack smiled and lifted himself up, denying Ianto. “Not long. Ten minutes.”

            “I bet I can make you last thirty.”

            Ianto’s head snapped up, eyes dilated with lust. “No tricks? No pulling out or staying still or anything?”

            Secure in the knowledge that he had won, Jack shook his head and kissed Ianto soundly. In one movement he thrust into Ianto, and started the stopwatch.

            Ianto groaned, clutching at the sheets before bringing his hands up to scramble at Jack’s back.

            “You won’t last thirty seconds like that. Shh. Calm down.”

            Ianto grunted with Jack’s thrusts. “Hard to…calm down…with your…cock up my arse.”

            Jack snorted. Leaning back, he continued his slow, lazy thrusts in Ianto, tracing a hand down his chest. “Just breathe. Here, breathe with me.” Jack slowed his breathing and took deep, evenly spaced breaths. “Better?”

            Ianto nodded, staring intently at Jack’s chest as he tried to copy his breathing. Every once in a while his breath would hitch, but he managed to remain relatively in sync with Jack. Smiling down at him, Jack nodded. “Good.” Jack continued his slow, steady pace, bringing Ianto’s focus back to breathing anytime he felt his thrusts grow erratic.

            Convinced Ianto could handle it, Jack slipped his hand down to stroke his cock. The extra pleasure took Ianto by surprise and he gasped, screwing his eyes shut. Jack stilled his hand but not his hips, as he gave time for Ianto’s breathing to return back to a steady pace. “You alright?” A nod. “I’m going to start moving my hand again. Don’t focus on it, just focus on breathing.”

            Ianto nodded again, eyes still screwed shut. Jack started moving his hand in long, careful strokes, timed in sync with his thrusts. Ianto’s breath was shaky, and his hips did little stutter thrusts into Jack’s hand before he regained control. When he did Jack smiled. “Good.”

            As they continued, Jack knew Ianto was coming undone, slowly but surely. As much as he was trying, his breath began coming in shorter and shorter intervals, and his hips twitched between thrusts, obviously eager to thrust ferociously against Jack. Smiling, Jack leaned down and kissed Ianto’s slightly parted lips. Gasping and shuddering, Ianto came suddenly in Jack’s hands. Jack laughed, hitting the stopwatch. It was only then that he allowed himself to thrust into Ianto with abandon, reaching his climax moments later. 

            Ianto groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “Damn it, Jack. Didn’t expect…sorry.” Jack grinned and kissed Ianto again.

            “Hey, look at the time.” Jack handed the stopwatch over to Ianto, who peered through his fingers to look at it. “Looks like I win.”

            “Twenty-seven forty-nine.” Ianto groaned and rolled to his side. “Well, your reward will have to wait. I refuse to do anything until morning.”

26. 43:15

            “I don’t think I like this.”

            Ianto lifted his head from Jack’s neck and frowned. “But you like the stopwatch.”

            Hauling himself up onto his elbows, Jack glared at the offending item. “When we’re racing during sex. Not drawing out foreplay.”

            “You can stop it anytime. I just wanted to see how long you could go.”

            Jack reached out a hand to grip Ianto’s bicep and grinned lewdly. “What if I want to stop it now?”

            Ianto shrugged. “You can. But then I won’t stick around afterwards.”

            Blue eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

            “For every minute of foreplay you last, I’ll stay a minute in bed with you after.”

            Damn it. Trust Ianto to realize how much he enjoyed their post-coital cuddles. Jack looked around the room, frustrated, until his eyes returned to Ianto’s. “Alright, fine. But no stopping or cheating! You have to be doing something.”

            Ianto replied by leaning in and kissing Jack as he started the stopwatch.

            The next minutes were a blur of tortuously slow lips and tongues and teeth and hands for Jack. Ianto’s tongue must have traced over every part of him…outside and in. Small bruises and love-bites speckled every centimeter of Jack’s flesh, and he had dissolved into a sweaty, panting mess too quickly. “Ianto…”

            Ianto was busy sucking and nipping on the inside of Jack’s thigh when he looked up. “Hm?”

            “Ianto please…”

            “I’m not stopping, Jack. You have the power to end this whenever you want…”

            That was it. Jack couldn’t hold out any longer. He lunged at Ianto, shoving him backwards on the small cot. Ianto grinned beneath him, struggling to grab at the stopwatch before Jack thrust inside him.

            Panting and exhausted afterwards, Ianto reached for the discarded timepiece. “You have me for forty-three minutes, fifteen seconds.”

            Jack pulled Ianto close to his chest. “It’s never enough.”



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