TITLE: Ass Up
BY: Thunder
PERMISSION TO ARCHIVE: Yes
FANDOM(s): Torchwood
GENRE: Slash
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Jack\Ianto\Owen
RATING: FRAO
SUMMARY: I only own my ideas, Jack, Ianto, any one else I might put in bed together, or in the kitchen, or... you get the idea, that is a canon character, I don't own.
WARNINGS: This is me, just remember that....
NOTES: I'm off until next Friday, maybe I can get some of this UST out of my system.... By writing, ya pervs.....
ACKNOWLEGEMENTS: Ass Up Baracuda

**Put your ass, in the air
Oh put, put your, put your ass up in the air.
Put your ass up in the air oohohohoh**

Jack leaned against the wall, watching the sweat roll down Ianto's and Owen's sleekly muscled torsos. "Pull harder, Owen."

"Bloody bossy buggerer, aren't you?" Owen snorted, the muscles in his forearms cording, doing as ordered. "You could help, you know."

"I prefer watching." Jack gave him his most winsome smile.

**Put your ass in the air, put your ass up in the air (x4)
Movin' on like you don't care, like you don't care**

"Dammit, Ianto, you're slacking off." Owen grunted, bracing himself.

"Maybe he should pull harder." Jack walked around the two, observing.

"I don't want to put too much pressure, it might break." Ianto panted.

"It won't break, put your back into it." Jack smiled as both men groaned. "Excellent job, boys, keep it up."

**Oh put, put your ass up in the air,
yeah gotta put, put your ass up in the air,
put your ass up in the air oohohohohohohohohohhhoho**

"It's about bloody time you joined in." Owen growled as Jack removed his coat and shirt. "We're good, but even we need some help sometimes."

Jack laughed and put his hands above Owen's. "I got it, why don't you be a good boy and tie it down tight."

"Gladly." Owen took the end of the cord, wrapping and tying it quickly.

"The other one, too." Jack and Ianto slowly moved their hands away. "That is gorgeous. Now, we just need to push that way." All three men carefully began to maneuver around, being careful to not jar the knots loose.

**Put your ass in the air, put your ass up in the air (x4)
Movin' on like you don't care, like you don't care**

"Exemplary job, Owen, Ianto." Jack was again leaning against the wall, sweaty and out of breath. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ianto panted back, leaning over, hands on his knees.

"Yeah, but if the damn thing comes down, I won't help put it back." Owen stared at the life size statue of a donkey they'd just hoisted over Jack's new bar.

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