TITLE: Colours
BY: Thunder
PERMISSION TO ARCHIVE: Yes
FANDOM(s): Torchwood
GENRE: Slash
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: 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. But I'd really like to play with Gwen and Tosh....
WARNINGS: Not what you expect
NOTES: Just a phrase that kept bouncing through my head.... *grins* A very similar phrase bounced with it, that'll be in the series....
ACKNOWLEGEMENTS: Yes, I acknowledge I'm a feedback whore.....

The feel of gentle fingers on his cock, stubbly cheek on his belly, and warm breath wafting down his groin pleasantly woke Ianto from his nap. He softly placed one hand on Owen's head. "What was that?" His belly warmed from Owen's blush.

"I was talking to myself." He paused. "Well, and your cock."

Amused, Ianto began stroking Owen's hair. "Did Ianto II answer?"

"A little." Owen snuggled in closer. "You know I read, right? I read anything, porn, smut, something called slash, and I've noticed something they all have in common."

"What's that?"

"Descriptions. Did you know the male sex organ can be darker than homemade sin, café au lait, pale as moonlight, light purple, dark purple, white with blue veins, and, of course, my personal favorite, a lurid, pulsating brick red." Owen snorted his amusement. "Lurid and pulsating ain't coming near my ass." He continued to gently run his fingertips along Ianto's cock. "But no one has ever described the colour of your cock."

Now Ianto was curious. "What colour is it, then?" He almost cried when Owen climbed up and snuggled with him.

"Perfection. It's the color of perfection."

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