Title: Watching
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: AO
Prompt: I only have eyes for you.
Warnings: Crossing dressing, shoe fetish, minor domination, rimming.
Summary: Owen goes to a transvestite bar and sees a whole new side of Ianto.

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It wasn’t his usual kind of place by any means, but nobody knew him, he hadn’t been in any fights there and it was half price on the sickly sweet cocktails that were guaranteed to knock him out by the end of the night.

Some of the regulars actually made really good women with legs all the way up to heaven and gorgeous boobs and fuck me lips that real women would kill for. Some were not so good but after a couple of those cocktails even they didn’t look so bad. Owen had become remarkably flexible in his outlook since joining Torchwood. Somehow after facing down aliens and watching your boss flirt with them admitting you fancied men as well as women didn’t seem so hard.

He spotted a tall darkhaired one down the bar from him. Nicely rounded arse under a glittery black dress. Garters peeped out from under the hem, holding up sheer black stockings with a perfect seam down to red stiletto shoes with buckles that practically had him drooling. With the shoes she would tower over him and he really didn’t mind.

The dress had mesh sleeves to conceal arms that were too strong to be feminine. The neckline was nice with barely a hint of shadow on the jaw and a red velvet ribbon to hide the Adams apple. Softly curled hair caressed the edge of the jaw and his fingers itched to push the errant curls away and get a better look at the profile.

He ordered another one of the drinks and made his way over, sliding the drink in front of his quarry. “A pretty drink for a pretty lady,” he said with the half smile he found worked so well.

She turned and he was faced with familiar, startled eyes.

“Fuck,” he said before Ianto turned and hurried away. “Wait!” Owen chased after Ianto. Normally Ianto would have been able to leave him behind but the shoes that had so enthralled Owen were not made for speedy getaways.

Owen caught up in the hallway to the exit and grabbed Ianto’s arm. Ianto stopped and turned waiting for the ridicule to begin.

“How long?” Owen asked, “That getup is not a spur of the moment ensemble.”

Ianto sighed, at least Owen wasn’t laughing outright. “A year or so,” he admitted, “I don’t do it often but sometimes I need to…”

“What do you call yourself?” Owen said.

“Elaine,” he said.

“Well Elaine,” Owen said abruptly, “I bought you a drink, how about we go back and have them before the barman tips them out.”

Nervous, but knowing it didn’t matter anymore, Ianto followed Owen back to the bar. They got there in time to save the drinks and Ianto let Elaine take over. She had been a part of him for long enough now for it to be easy to let go and fall back into character.

Owen chatted up Elaine exactly the same way he chatted up any girl and Ianto slowly relaxed, finding it disturbingly easy to respond.

When they stumbled back to Owen’s flat they had both had several more drinks and nothing was said about Owen’s hand resting on the small of Ianto’s back.

Ianto sat primly on a chair at Owen’s kitchen table while Owen fetched a bottle of wine. He figured that now was when the questions would start and he only hoped he’d had enough alcohol to cope with the explanation.

Owen poured their drinks and then sat down next to Ianto, pulling his chair in close so their knees were touching.

“I suppose you want to know why?” Ianto said.

“I admit I’m curious,” Owen said, “and very interested.”

Ianto blushed and studied his glass. “Ever since I was little I’ve like the feel of female clothes, the lace and the satins, the feel of a skirt swishing around my legs. I thought for a while I wanted to be a girl but really I just want to feel like one sometimes.”

“So you don’t do it very often?” Owen rested his hand on Ianto’s thigh.

“Just when I need to. As I got older I found the whole ritual of dressing, fixing my hair, putting on makeup, to feel really good. I never meant for anyone I knew to ever find out.”

“Have you ever taken it further than just dressing up?”

“What do you mean?” Ianto swallowed nervously.

“Sex,” Owen said bluntly, “have you ever had sex dressed this way?”

“No,” Ianto confessed, unable to look at Owen.

Owen reached out to cup Ianto’s chin in his hand, he looked Ianto in the eyes and then leaned in for a kiss. Ianto was passive for a moment, but when Owen’s tongue caressed his lips asking for access he sighed and parted them, deepening the kiss at the same time.

Owen’s other hand slid up Ianto’s thigh, pushing his hem up so that fingers could glide across the flattened front of his groin. Ianto could feel his restrained cock start to fill under Owen’s fingers.

Owen broke the kiss and stood up. He led Ianto into the living area and sat down on the sofa leaving Ianto standing in front of him.

“Show me,” he said, his eyes fixed on Ianto’s groin.

Blushing again Ianto lifted his dress to his waist revealing the black garter belt and lacy knickers that concealed the pouch that hid his genitals.

“Turn around,” Owen said and Ianto obeyed, giving Owen a nice view of how the knickers lifted his cheeks up.

“Take the dress off for me, please Elaine,” Owen said when Ianto turned back to face him.

Hands shaking slightly Ianto shimmied out of the dress and fought the urge to cover himself. Owen devoured the sight in front of him.

Ianto’s waist was held in by a boned waist nipper that also had the garters attached and the fine black stockings down to the red pumps on his feet. He had a black lace bra giving a very realistic cleavage. Owen knew Ianto normally had a hairy chest but the breasts were smooth and white.

“I like you as a girl,” Owen said, “but I want to see the real you as well. Will you take off your panties and show me?”

Ianto nodded and let his hair cover his face slightly to hide the need in his eyes. Even though he had often wondered and returned from clubs desperate for relief, he had never gone so far before. He quickly unclipped the garters and slipped the knickers off and then undid the pouch to release his cock and balls. He was already half hard from the exposure and when Owen told him to fix his garters he became completely hard.

“Come here,” Owen said, reaching out to bring Ianto closer. Ianto stepped closer, straightening his stockings nervously. Owen’s fingers ghosted across Ianto’s stomach, almost touching the head of his cock. “Turn around.”

Owen’s hands ran across Ianto’s buttocks, fingers sliding under the garters down to the stocking tops to straighten the seams.

“You’re very beautiful Elaine,” Owen said, “bend over for me.”

Ianto bent down and nearly lost his footing when he felt Owen’s thumbs pull his cheeks apart. Holding the pose, he shivered as he felt Owen’s breath tease across the back of his balls.

Owen admired the light dusting of trimmed hair around the low hanging balls and followed his breath with his tongue. He dragged it up to tease around the puckered skin holding on tight to Ianto’s hips to stop the other man from moving.

Ianto bit back a whimper as Owen’s tongue pressed inside as far as he could reach, laving across the sensitive skin with broad strokes in between.

Ianto tasted of strawberries which Owen had to assume was part of the Elaine character, but he wasn’t complaining. When he could feel the muscles in Ianto’s thighs tremble under his fingers Owen relented and helped Ianto to sit down on the sofa.

Ianto’s cock jutted out from his lap in remarkable contrast to the stockings, garters, bra and makeup that made him a reasonably convincing girl.

Owen stripped off his shirt and knelt in front of Ianto reaching for the wonderful red shoes that had drawn his attention in the first place.

Ianto watched as Owen lifted both feet into his lap before running his hands up to Ianto’s knees. Then Owen lifted one foot up and licked across the patent leather toe. Owen licked slowly and reverently across every inch of leather sucking the heel into his mouth and performing fellatio that Ianto could only wish was happening to his own desperate cock.

Gaining confidence Ianto pressed the foot of his other shoe into Owen’s groin and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure and a thrust upwards for more contact.

Ianto continued to press into Owen’s groin until he had finished worshipping the first shoe. When Owen looked up at Ianto questioningly Ianto nodded and Owen very carefully unbuckled the shoe and removed it. He placed light kisses on every spot that the shoe had cut into Ianto’s foot before returning it to his lap.

“Take your trousers off,” Ianto said before Owen could pick up his other foot.

Owen dragged his pants off and threw them aside, uncaring of his nudity and then knelt in front of Ianto again. Ianto’s stockinged foot nestled into Owen’s groin and pressed his hard shaft against his stomach as he brought the other shod foot to his lips.

As Owen licked and kissed the leather Ianto’s toes played with his cock while the heel ground into his balls just on the right side of painful, driving Owen to greater heights of worship.

Finally both shoes were removed and placed lovingly to one side as Owen slowly moved up Ianto’s legs kissing the sensitive spots behind his knees and pausing to nuzzle against the garter straps.

Ianto had undone and tossed aside his bra and Owen bypassed his groin to suckle on his nipples, pressing their cocks together as he did. Ianto tangled his hands in Owen’s hair pressing the smaller man into his chest encouraging him to suckle harder.

Owen pulled back and straddled Ianto’s hips. He reached up and ran his thumb along Ianto’s painted lips, smearing the lipstick.

“You look fucking amazing,” he said before kissing Ianto again. Harder this time, he mapped Ianto’s mouth with his tongue and encouraged the other man to entwine with him.

Owen broke the kiss and took Ianto’s hand, helping him up and leading him to the bed. He stopped at the table and looked at the clutch purse Ianto had been carrying.

“Did you bring lipstick with you?” Ianto nodded and Owen grabbed the purse.

He stretched out of the bed and encouraged Ianto to kneel over him. “Fix your lipstick, please,” he said, handing the purse to Ianto.

Ianto blushed and pulled out a lipstick and compact. He repaired the damage Owen’s kisses had done as best he could while Owen watched avidly.

Ianto didn’t have to ask what Owen wanted him to do. He leaned down and kissed the head of Owen’s cock leaving a lipstick print that he quickly licked away.

Owen watched as the painted lips wrapped around the head of his cock and sucked. If it hadn’t been a fantasy before, the sight of Ianto in a wig and stockings sucking his cock was in his top ten now. He struggled to keep his eyes open and watch as more of his shaft disappeared between those lips and he felt the head of his cock press against the entrance to Ianto’s throat.

Ianto pulled back and tasted Owen again on his tongue, curling it around the head and dipping into the weeping slit.

Owen’s hands were fisted tight in the sheets as he forced himself to not thrust upwards and gag Ianto, no matter how much he wanted to see his cock press inside Ianto’s throat. More than that he wanted to be balls deep in the arse he had tasted and feel those muscles around his shaft.

“I want to make you fly,” he managed to say to Ianto, “will you let me?”

Ianto looked up at Owen, cock still between his lips. He knew what Owen was asking and he really wanted to see what it was that kept the girls coming back to the doctor. The cock was nice for sure, not huge but more than a mouthful. Hopefully Owen knew what to do with it, so he hummed his agreement.

“Fuck…” Owen cursed at the vibration around his shaft and pulled off Ianto’s mouth before he embarrassed himself.

Owen rolled Ianto over and kissed the last of the lipstick off his lips. He fumbled for lube and condoms in the disaster that was his bedside drawer. Carefully he prepared Ianto, never taking his eyes off the other man until he could feel Ianto relaxing and clenching around his fingers and couldn’t see any signs of pain.

He pushed inside slowly but didn’t stop until he was embedded completely and could hook Ianto’s stockinged feet around his waist. He watched the play of emotions across Ianto’s face and didn’t move until he saw frustration.

Ianto could feel every inch of Owen’s entry. It was slow and tortuous and he didn’t want it to stop. Owen was treating him like a virgin and as much as he wanted to be offended it was actually nice to feel fragile for a change.

When Owen began to move, thanks to his own frustrated growl, it was with a twist and a thrusting movement that managed to keep contact with his prostate and drive deeper than he thought possible.

Owen’s mouth was occupied with his nipples at the same time while his cock, trapped by Owen’s body, soon slicked its own way against their skin. The edges of the garter belt rubbed less pleasantly and that was alright too. It reminded him of the feminine attire he loved, reminded him that Owen had propositioned him thinking he was a girl or at least a well presented cross-dresser. Owen had seen him and been aroused by it and that was possibly more of a turn on than it should be.

Owen claimed his mouth again and the thrusts became harder and more erratic as they both lost the rhythm in their approaching orgasms.

Ianto came first, the relentless pressure on his prostate too much to hold back. The tightening of his muscles around Owen’s shaft brought the other man quickly after him and they both collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

Owen lay on top of Ianto until his cock began to soften and their heart rates slowed. He rescued the condom and reached for a tee shirt to clean them both up.

“Next time,” he said and Ianto’s breath caught, “next time I’d like to see the creation of Elaine, maybe take her out on a date and then set about the removal of Elaine so I can fuck Ianto.”

Ianto could only nod in agreement.

END

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