czarina_kitty

Title: We’re All Adults
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
Notes: for the comment_fic theme=kink
Prompt: Torchwood, Jack/Owen, spanking

“Owen, my office,” Jack barks as he storms across the Hub and up to his office. Owen shrugs his shoulders before following Jack up the stairs. Once in the office Jack tosses an item on his desk and turns to Owen, arms crossed over his chest. “Well?”

“What?” Owen replies crossing his own arms and staring defiantly back.

“Care to tell me what that,” he says nodding towards the object on the desk, “was doing out of the Hub?”

“Saving the day,” Owen replies. “No need to thank me.”

“What is our number one rule here, Owen?” Jack asks, closing the space between them.

“Don’t eat the last chocolate biscuit, it’s Jack’s?” Owen answers with a smirk.

“Wrong. We do not take alien tech out of the Hub without permission. Why is that so difficult for you to remember?”

“’Cause it’s a stupid rule. We’re all adults here, but you treat us like we’re children…” Owen trails off at the predatory look Jack fixes him with.

“Adults?” Jack asks, raising one eyebrow. “You act more like a spoiled five year old than an adult. I ought to put you over my knee.”

“I…” Owen starts, before letting out a long breath and dropping his eyes. “Yes, sir.”

“What was that?” Jack asks, sure he has misheard.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry I broke the rule, sir. Please punish me.”

Jack simply stares back at Owen for a long minute, unsure if he has uncovered a secret sexual fantasy or stepped on a landmine of unresolved childhood issues. After considering, however, he decides he doesn’t really care. “If that’s what it takes to keep you safe,” he says, grabbing Owen by the back of the neck and dragging him over to the desk. Jack sits on the edge and pulls Owen over so that he is half across Jack’s lap with his upper body resting on the desk. Jack wastes no time in landing a quick volley of hard swats on Owen’s arse and Owen makes more noise than is strictly necessary.

Jack pauses after a dozen and rests his hand on Owen’s buttocks. “Have I made my point, Owen, or do I need to pull your jeans down?”

“No, sir,” Owen answers with a shudder in his voice. “Please, no more.”

“Alright,” Jack says, helping Owen to his feet. “If this happens again, I’ll use my belt on your bare arse. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Owen says, looking up at Jack through lowered lashes and quirking a small smile.

Jack starts to say something else, but the words are lost as Owen launches himself at Jack and crashes their lips together in a bruising kiss.

Definitely a fantasy, Jack thinks.