Daddy

[czarina_kitty]

Title:  Daddy
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Owen Harper/Jack Harkness
Rating:  R
Kink:  age play
Warnings:  None that I can think of.
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.

I have no idea where this came from.  All I can say in my defense is that a large part of my day job involves explaining situations and concepts to children who are way too young to understand.

 

 

 

It had started, as these things often do, as an off-handed comment, passed off as a joke. 

Jack had joined Owen in one of his video games, losing rather spectacularly, to the younger man.

            “That’s right, Jack.  Who’s your daddy?”

            “You could be, if you’re interested.”  The comment hung in the air for a moment before Jack grinned and both men laughed.

           

            The second time was, as it frequently is, also played off as a joke. 

Owen and Jack were the last two in the SUV after a mission, arguing over who was supposed to have filled the fuel tank.  After a long debate about who had driven last (Jack) and who had last filled the tank (Owen), Owen turned to Jack and said, “See, this is why you’re not allowed to borrow the SUV.”

“Sorry, dad,” Jack said softly, a hint of mischief in his eyes.  Owen laughed first and Jack followed soon after, the argument forgotten.

 

            The third time, as is often the case, Owen thought there just might be something to this and decided to see just how far Jack was willing to take things.  Owen, after all, had no objection to playing this game, but there was still the chance that Jack’s comments were innocent.  Given that this was Jack, however, the chances of anything having been innocent were pretty low, but there was always the chance that Owen was reading too much into the situation.

Owen had insisted on patching up Jack after a particularly vicious weevil attack.  Jack was, of course, not a very good patient.

“Jack, be still and let me finish here.  Do you want a plaster on that knee?”

Jack widened his eyes and softened his voice, “Gee, daddy, can I have a Captain America plaster?”

            “No.”

            “Why not?” Jack pouted.

            “Because I don’t have any.  Just ones for grown-ups.”

            “Meanie,” Jack pouted again, sticking his tongue out for effect.

            “Don’t you use that tone with me, young man,” Owen warned.

            “I’m sorry,” Jack said, eyes downcast.  He snuck a quick peek up a Owen before adding, “daddy.”

            “Right.  Now you go on up to your room and daddy will be there to soon.”  As Jack got up to leave, Owen gave him a playful swat on the backside.  Jack grinned wildly.

 

Walking into Jack’s office after everyone has left for the night, Owen stopped inside the door, looking at the stacks of paper, artifacts, and books cluttering the desk.

            “This room is a pig sty,” Owen said simply.

            Jack looked up from his paperwork, and paused for a moment before he responded with a pout.

            “You better wipe that look off your face right now, young man.”

             “Daddy?” Jack asked in a child like voice.

            “Yes, baby, daddy’s here,” Owen said, moving to take the pen out of Jack’s hand and sit on the corner of the desk.  “Daddy’s going to take care of you tonight.”

            “Okay,” said Jack as Owen led him downstairs.  Owen could feel the lack of tension in Jack’s body and his utter acquiescence.       

            “Are you sure you don’t want to play with one of your friends tonight?  Maybe that Jones boy you hang out with?” Owen needed to ask, needed to be sure.

            “No, daddy.  Sometimes he acts like a little kid,” Jack said, sticking out his tongue.

            “Ah, I see.  You want to be the little kid tonight?,” Owen asked.  “Have daddy look after you?”

            “Yeah.”

            “Okay.  But first, you need to tell daddy one thing.  Have you been a good little boy, or a naughty little boy?”

            “What do you mean, daddy?”

            “Well, have you been a good boy?  If you have, then daddy needs to treat you tonight.  But, if you’ve been a naughty boy, then daddy needs to punish you tonight.  So, which is it?”

            “Oh.  I don’t know,” Jack replied, eyes downcast and shifting to the side.

            “Hmmm,” Owen said, still trying to work out the exact parameters of the game.  “I think you do know.  Why don’t you think it over while we get you into your pajamas.”

            “Okay,” said Jack, nearly skipping across the room to his wardrobe, tossing several items of clothing on the floor as he searched through the drawers.

              “Stop right there, young man” Owen said, voice firm, seeing which direction Jack intended to take things.  Jack looked up through his eyelashes to find Owen glaring at him, arms crossed over his chest.  “Is that how we take care of our things?”

            “No.  I’m sorry, daddy,” Jacks voice was small and he gazed steadily at the floor.

            Owen crossed the room and pulled a pair of red flannel pajamas out of the drawer before saying, voice still firm, “Put these on.  Dirty clothes go in the hamper and put everything else back in the drawer.  Neatly.”

            Jack sniffed deliberately as he began to obey.  Owen watched, arms still crossed, until Jack finished his tasks and came to stand in front of him, eyes still downcast.

            “See, you can be a good boy and listen.”

            “Yes, daddy.”

            “Have you thought about my question?” Owen asked, reaching up to tousle Jack’s hair.

            “Yeah,” Jack replied, twisting the hem of his pajama top in both hands.

            “And?”

            “What if...  What if I’ve been a little bit of both?”

            “Well, then I guess daddy will have to punish you a little bit and treat you a little bit.  Is that what daddy needs to do?”

            “Yeah,” Jack said softly, eyes wide.

            “Alright, little one.  Come here,” Owen replied, leading Jack to the bed.  Owen sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled Jack over his lap.  Jack struggled ineffectually for just a moment, then settled and relaxed. 

“I think that maybe you’ve been more than just a little bit naughty,” Owen said as he rubbed soft circles on Jack’s lower back.  He brought his hand down over Jack’s bottom several times, just hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to hurt.  “But, since you’re just a little boy, you couldn’t have been too naughty.”

Jack giggled (yes, Owen thought, that was definitely a giggle, an adorable completely unmanly giggle) as Owen continued to spank him for another minute.  As Owen helped Jack to stand up he said firmly, “Now, you be a good boy, or daddy will have to spank you again.”

“Sorry daddy,” Jack said, eyes downcast.

“It’s okay, little one, daddy forgives you.  Now let’s get you into bed.”

“Don’t wanna go to bed” Jack said, stomping his feet.

“Hey,” said Owen in a level voice while drawing down the bed sheets.  “If you keep arguing there will be no bedtime story.” 

“Oh,” said Jack.  “I like stories.”

“I know you do, so hop into bed and I’ll tell you the story of …. Hmm.  How about ‘Gwendilocks and the Three Weavils’?”

“I’ve heard that one, already.”

“Okay,” Owen tried again.  “‘The Princess and her Translation Algorithms’?”

“Boring,” Jack sang.

“Right.”

“Daddy?” Jack asked.  “How about ‘Cinderianto’?”

“I don’t think I know that one,” Owen said.

“Oh, well it’s about how once upon a time no one noticed Cinderianto because he just cleaned up and made coffee and stuff and then one day, an evil robot queen tried to take over the world and Cinderianto and his friends and his pet dinosaur stopped her and Cinderianto fell madly in love with the handsome prince and they all live happily every after, the end.”

Owen sat stunned for a minute before leaning over to kiss Jack on the forehead.  “Okay, my handsome prince.  Time to sleep.”

“Daddy?” Jack said, voice hesitant.

“What is it baby?”

“There’s something wrong with my pajamas,” Jack whispered.  “The feel too small, you know, down there.”

“Let daddy have a look,” Owen said, peeking under the covers.  “Oh, I see the problem.  You have an erection.”

“Is that bad?” Jack asked, eyes wide.

“No.  Not at all.  It just means you’re growing up, you’re a big boy now.  Would you like daddy to take care you?”

“Yes, please, daddy.”

“There’s my good boy,” Owen said, pulling back the covers and sitting on the edge of the bed.  

“Now, there are several ways to deal with an erection,” he continued, loosening Jack’s pajama bottoms.  Owen grasped Jack’s cock and alternated downward strokes hand over hand.  “But I think this will work just fine for now.”

“Feels good, daddy.”

“Yes, little one, it does.  Now come for daddy,” Owen whispered.  And Jack did. 

As Jack curled up in the bed and drifted off to sleep, Owen headed up the ladder and through Jack’s office, muttering to himself, “The things I put up with in this job, I don’t get paid nearly enough.”

 

Comments

[jooles34.livejournal.com]

Lol, I just love that last line. Fabulous.

[czarina-kitty.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[jo02]

I loved this! I have never read anything quite like it but I know it's a keeper!

[czarina-kitty.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I've never written anything quite like this.

[mcparrot.livejournal.com]

I wasn't sure what to expect from this but I loved it. Very pleased that it was Owen as Daddy. Somehow I suspect the other way around would have been quite creepy.
this is a weird kink imo.

[czarina-kitty.livejournal.com]

I agree the other way around could be creepy. Glad you liked it.