czarina_kitty

Title: And Matching Tie
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Rating: NC-17
Kink: bodily secretions (ejaculate)
Warnings: It’s Jack, Ianto, and the above kink. What more can I say?
Disclaimer: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
Notes: written for a square on my kink_bingo card. Many thanks to damned_colonial for returning this plot bunny to the wild, and to rm for the encouragement.

Oddly enough, I think this would actually squick me if I read it rather than wrote it.

“Jack? What are you doing?” Ianto asks, feeling the knobs and handles of the coffee machine pressing into his back.

“If that isn’t obvious, I’m doing something wrong,” Jack mumbles. For a moment Ianto considers reminding Jack that it is impolite to talk with one’s mouth full, but thinks better of it.

“Okay, wrong question. Why are you doing that now?”

“Because you’re hot when you make coffee? Because I thought I might try cream in my coffee today? Because you love the idea that the others could catch us at any moment?” Jack replies, replacing his mouth with his hand as he stands.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who gets off on the possibility of being caught, sir,” Ianto says, laying his head on Jack’s shoulder as the older man continues to work his hand up and down Ianto’s erection.

“You love the idea,” Jack whispers. “You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

A particularly clever twist of the wrist has Ianto coming over Jack’s hand and slumps back against the wall. He watches through a half closed lids as Jack carefully licks the fluid from his fingers. Ianto quickly opens his eyes and tries to move away when he feels the pocket square being pulled from the breast of his suit jacket.

“Shh,” Jack says as he unfolds the fabric. “I’ll never understand why these went out of style, such useful things,” he says, as he wipes Ianto clean.

“Jack,” Ianto responds. “I don’t have another matching handkerchief here.”

“Well, then you’ll just have to keep wearing this one then, won’t you? It is red and you know how I feel about that,” Jack says in his best seductive tone as he refolds the fabric into a perfect corner and tucks the square back into Ianto’s pocket.

“That’s just…” Ianto trails off, replacing the missing word with a vague hand gesture.

“Sexy?”

“Not exactly.”

“Erotic?”

“No.”

“Naughty?”

“Closer.”

“Wear it today. For me,” Jack pauses as Ianto let out a not quite stifled groan. He leans in closer, pulling Ianto into a hug before continue in a conspiratorial tone, “Think about it, no one else will know, just you and me. Every time you move, every time your jacket shifts, every time you get a nose full of that scent, you’ll be reminded of us, this moment. And you’ll think of all the things I’m going to do to you later. You’ll be hard all day, and so will I, knowing your dirty little secret.”

“Jack,” Ianto says in a tone embarrassingly close to a whine, resting his head on Jack’s shoulder.

“Hush,” Jack says, pulling back to make eye contact. “Just image how excited you’ll be at lunch when I borrow that handkerchief to wipe my face”

“Right,” says Ianto, straightening both his spine and tie. “The others would know something was up then because there is no way I would ever let you do that.”

Ianto moves to leave the room before turning back towards Jack and dropping his voice. “At least, I wouldn’t let you when while we had an audience. You’ll just have to wait until everyone has left for the day.”