Title: Hub Games II
Author: Amanda
Rating(s): NC-17. No kiddies allowed.
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Series: 1) Hub Games
Disclaimer: The Torchwood 5 belong to the BBC, RTD etc. I'm merely borrowing Jack and Ianto because TPTB aren't allowing them to have any fun (yet).
Warning(s): PWP. Slash. If you've read Hub Games then you'll know what to expect. Things won't get physical until my next story. Sorry, but enjoy the anticipation. Ianto is(n't).
Summary: Another non 'work-safe' IM exchange between Jack and Ianto.
A/N: If you haven't read Hub Games first, then I suggest you do, or this won't make a whole lot of sense. Thanks to Elfinessy and CS_Whitewolf for your comments. Archive with pleasure, but let me know where it's going at asudderick@aol.com.

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INSTANT MESSENGER TRANSCRIPT


JACK: Ianto?

JACK: I know you're there. I can see you.

JACK: Now, now, that hand gesture was a little uncalled for. I only want to talk to you.

IANTO: Then come down here and talk.

JACK: Ooh. Frosty. What's up? Or is that the problem...

IANTO: It's been 5 days Jack.

JACK: Since?

IANTO: Ha bloody ha.

JACK: Tetchy, aren't we?

IANTO: You're enjoying this.

JACK: Or maybe just frustrated.

IANTO: You're a sadistic bastard.

JACK: It has been said. So are you?

IANTO: What?

JACK: Frustrated.

IANTO: If you mean am I fed up of waiting, then you know I am. If you mean physically, I took care of that about an hour ago.

JACK: Ianto Jones. Have you been masturbating on my time? I don't think that's in your job description.

IANTO: I don't have a job description. And it was your fault, anyway.

JACK: Moi?

IANTO: Don't play the innocent. Standing too close while looking over my shoulder at the screen might be incidental. Grinding your crotch against my ass while doing so isn't.

JACK: You could've told me to stop.

IANTO: Didn't say I didn't like it. Just gave me a sudden need to visit the men's room.

JACK: And what were you thinking about when you were in there?

IANTO: You.

JACK: What was I doing?

IANTO: Touching me.

JACK: How?

JACK: You're squirming, Ianto. Am I making you uncomfortable?

IANTO: In more ways than one. Do you have to watch?

JACK: I like watching you. Tell me how I was touching you. I want details.

IANTO: Jack, it's the middle of the day.

JACK: And?

IANTO: Owen and Gwen are here.

JACK: And?

IANTO: You're loving this.

JACK: Come on, talk dirty to me.

JACK: Pleeeeease.

IANTO: Okay!

JACK: Ooh, if looks could kill!

IANTO: Can you at least pretend you're not watching me?!

JACK: Maybe. Anyway, where were you? Or should I say, where was I?

IANTO: You were gripping my hips from behind. Pushing me up against the desk. Holding me in place while you rubbed your cock against me. I could feel you were hard; feel your hot breath against my neck, nipping the skin below my ear. Then you undid my belt. Yanked down my trousers and boxers. You were impatient. Insistent. Then you pushed me down over the table, kicked my legs apart and told me not to move.

JACK: Ianto?

JACK: Come on… don't be shy now.

IANTO: Well, that's sort of as far as I got.

JACK: Aww, before it got to the good part! Did you want to come or could you not stop yourself?

IANTO: I was in the toilet, at work. Dealing with a problem you created. My main priority was containing the spillage.

JACK: lol. That is so you!

IANTO: What does that mean?

JACK: Merely an observation. I am so looking forward to getting you all messy.

IANTO: Is that something I should be looking forward to or worrying about?

JACK: Oh both, definitely!

JACK: Okay, so... I've kicked your legs apart and told you not to move. What happens next?

IANTO: What do you mean?

JACK: It's your fantasy.

IANTO: I told you, I didn't get any further.

JACK: Then tell me what you want to happen next.

IANTO: I'd rather not.

JACK: And, you know, if you want to play with yourself while you're telling me, I won't mind.

IANTO: Jack!

JACK: In fact, I actively encourage it...

IANTO: What about the others?

JACK: Insist, even.

IANTO: You know, I don't have to do what you say.

JACK: No, you don't. But you will. You want to. It excites you.

JACK: Deny it.

IANTO: Bastard.

JACK: Undo your pants and tell me.

JACK: Oh, and this time DON'T come.

IANTO: If Gwen or Owen catch me, I'm sending them to you to explain.

JACK: I'm sure I can count on your discretion.

IANTO: Okay, so I'm lying face down on your desk. You've got your hand in the middle of my back holding me in place while you reach into your drawer and get some lube. Then you slowly work me open with your fingers, stretching me.

JACK: What am I saying?

IANTO: Nothing. Yet. You twist your fingers around and rub my prostate. You do that a couple of times more. Then I move and try to reach for my cock. You knock my hand away and tell me I'm not allowed. To put my hands back above my head. You push me back down on the desk and press your hand between my shoulder blades to keep me in place. With your other hand you undo your trousers, get your cock out. Lube it up and push it into me. Slowly, centimetres at a time. Too slowly. My cock is throbbing. I'm desperate for some friction. I try to rub myself against the desk. I want to push back against you but I can't move. When you're all the way in, you stop and just wait.

IANTO: Is this what you want to hear, Jack?

JACK: I want to know all your fantasies so I can make them happen. Ianto, are you still touching yourself? Because I can't see your hand moving.

IANTO: You told me not to come.

JACK: I didn't tell you to stop. Just ease up; tease yourself. Keep yourself right on the edge.

IANTO: You're killing me here.

IANTO: Okay!

JACK: Atta boy.

IANTO: Jack, are you getting off on this?

JACK: So my cock's buried up to the hilt in your ass. Then what?

IANTO: Worth a try.

IANTO: Then... Then you pull almost all the way out and start a gentle thrusting. You take hold of my hips and tilt me slightly. That's when you start hitting my prostate with every thrust. The mix of pain and pleasure is amazing. Infuriating. You start increasing the pace. You still have your hands on my hips, but you let me push back to meet your thrusts. Finally you pull me back off the desk slightly, reach around to take hold of my cock. Start pumping me in time with your thrusts. Doesn't take me long to come. My orgasm squeezes you tighter and you come just after me.

IANTO: Jack?

JACK: Yeah?

IANTO: Jack, what do you want me to do now?

JACK: I like your fantasy. I'll make sure it happens; just like you said. If you want.

IANTO: Oh, yes. Jack?!

JACK: I know what you want me to say, but No! Not yet. Keep playing.

JACK: That's it. Now, I can make certain assumptions about what you want from me, from what you've just told me. I'm going ask you some questions and I want you to answer. All joking aside, I need you to be honest. Honesty is important from here on in because what happens next between us will depend on your answers. Ok?

IANTO: Okay.

JACK: You want me to fuck you?

IANTO: Yes.

JACK: You ever been fucked by a man before?

IANTO: A while ago now, but yes.

JACK: Did you like it?

IANTO: I enjoyed myself.

JACK: I kind of get the impression you don't want a big seduction.

IANTO: I don't really see us as being all hearts and flowers. Not that I don't like soft lighting and a nice massage, but…

JACK: You want to fuck, not make love.

IANTO: I suppose so.

JACK: And you want me to play rough?

IANTO: Depends what you mean by rough.

JACK: Like in your fantasy. Tell you what to do. Make you do it.

IANTO: I think so. Up to a point. Jack, this playroom of yours…

JACK: Almost ready. I'm looking forward to christening it.

IANTO: And I've a feeling what you've planned for me isn't exactly vanilla. BDSM; that sort of thing, right?

JACK: You know the terms. I'm impressed. You've obviously been reading up.

IANTO: I like to know what I'm getting myself into.

JACK: Do you have a problem with it?

IANTO: As long as we're clear on the boundaries.

JACK: Don't worry, I'm not gonna brand 'property of Torchwood' on your ass or anything. So we are clear, I'm emailing you over a questionnaire. Things you will, won't and would consider doing during a scene. Know what I'm talking about?

IANTO: Yeah, I've come across them before.

JACK: It's only got the basic stuff on it. Thought we'd better start off gently. Fill it out and email it back. Think up a safe word too. Nothing's gonna happen that you don't 'really' want to happen. Trust me on that.

IANTO: I do.

IANTO: I suppose it would be pointless to ask when we're going to stop talking and start doing.

JACK: You suppose correctly. But I'm as anxious to fuck you as you are to be fucked and I'm not generally a patient man. You'll receive fair warning.

JACK: Now, I should really let you get back to work.

IANTO: Work ;-) Yes. I should really go and get lunch sorted.

JACK: Why the rush? It's only 11.30.

IANTO: Jack!

JACK: Something you need to do?

IANTO: Delivery; any minute.

JACK: Delivery, huh. Well, they can leave it outside. I feel the need for an impromptu team meeting. In the boardroom. Now.

IANTO: Jack, come on.

JACK: You never were a very good liar.

JACK: I'll come get you and the others on my way through.

IANTO: Jack!

JACK: Look on it this way. I'm doing you a favour.

IANTO: ?

JACK: Oh, didn't I mention it. You are not to come until I tell you.

IANTO: You're joking, right?

JACK: I mean it, Ianto. Not until it's me making you come. Just think of how good it'll be when it finally happens.

IANTO: I don't doubt it, but I can't make any promises. I'll try.

JACK: Try hard! I'm coming down.


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