Torchwood: Fanfic: Tied up

[m_findlow]

Title: Tied up
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 864 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for badly_knitted's prompt "Torchwood, Jack /Ianto, A knotty problem" at fic_promptly
Summary: It's all fun and games until the rift gets involved

Their night had started off okay, and Ianto had watched with interest as he let Jack push him down onto the bed, pulling out the long purple silk scarves and running them across his body in a teasing way.

'You'd better tie me up with those,' Ianto said, 'because if you keep just teasing me like that, I'm not going to let you tie myself up until I've had you at least once.'

'Patience, Ianto,' Jack teased in a sultry voice. 'Not usually something you have a problem with.'

'I thought I'd been very patient,' he replied back. 'I was ready to take you fifteen minutes ago.'

Jack chuckled, leaning in for a kiss, nibbling at his neck as he placed the first silk scarf near Ianto's right hand. It easily slipped itself around his wrist, twisting itself into a series of delicate knots,

'You're sure this will hold me in place,' he said, breaking off the kiss and looking up at it.

'Try it out,' Jack said.

He tugged and felt it firm but not painfully tight. He tugged harder for good measure, finding it comfortably solid. Whilst he was testing it, Jack slipped another around his left wrist.

'Your turn,' Jack said, pulling out two more scarves.

'A bit hard after you've tied me up, isn't it?'

'These are special. You use your mind to control them.'

'Oh,' Ianto purred, 'bondage and mind control. You do spoil me.'

'I want you to tie me up good,' Jack growled. 'Unless of course you want me to get away.'

'Never.'

Ianto found them easy enough to control, letting them quickly slip around Jack's wrists, tying them closely to his own, and letting another longer one slip around their waists, pulling them close.

Their lovemaking had been intense and passionate, and both were pleased by the restrictions the scarves provided, never letting the other get more than a few inches away.

That had been then. Now was a different story.

'I know I said I was into all things bondage, Jack,' he said, struggling, 'but I didn't quite think you meant for us to be tied up like this.'

'They're Vondalese silk knots. Like I said, the only way you can untie them is with you mind.'

'Which I've been trying to do for the last half hour, only every time I undo one knot, there's two more in its place. If I didn't know better I'd think you didn't want us untied.'

'I'm sorry,' he apologised. 'The subconscious mind is just as powerful as the conscious mind.'

The computer beeped out a rift alert.

'Oh, of all the times,' Ianto muttered. 'Why do I let you talk me into these things, Jack?'

'Just shut up and keep thinking.'

'This'll qualify as the longest you've ever spent focused on something that isn't sex. Perhaps when this is over, I should use these to tie you to your desk so you'll actually finish reviewing your reports!'

Jack grunted with effort.

'They're designed for pleasure, not pain.'

'Well, they're a right pain now,' he said. 'I hope that whatever came through the rift, it doesn't mind waiting for a lift, and that it doesn't get hungry or homicidal while it's waiting.'

They struggled for a while longer, and Jack began resorting to using brute strength.

'Stop, for God's sake, Jack!'

'Why? I thought I almost had this one.'

'Yes, but your movements are rubbing up against me, and its getting really hard to concentrate on not wanting to be tied up a while longer.' he said, feeling Jack's crotch riding up against his own in a way that was very, very, distracting. He wished he hadn't tied their waists together now, because it was about the only movement Jack could make, which had been his intention at the outset, and now was leading him to ruin.

'What if I finished you off?' Jack offered. 'Would that help?'

'I hate to say it, but yes.'

Jack continued rutting up against Ianto, finding the motion getting him excited as well. They didn't stand a chance of getting themselves untied until this was over. Finally having sated both their needs in the quickest amount of time possible, they collapsed exhausted back onto the bed, Jack still lying heavily on top of Ianto.

With his concentration back in check, Ianto was finally able to focus enough to loosen the knot around his right hand. Eureka, he thought.

'Jack it's working.'

Jack didn't reply.

'Jack?'

His call was met by a soft snore. Jack had fallen asleep.

Useless twat, Ianto thought. Without Jack's help he wasn't going to be able to undo all the knots. That one alone had taken him half an hour. Instead he did the only other thing he could think of. He reached for his phone and texted Gwen and Owen the details. Could they please check it out? He and Jack were currently tied up attending to other matters. It wasn't entirely a lie.

With that done he dropped the phone and laid back, Jack still on top. Since Jack was asleep and not going anywhere, tied or untied, there didn't seem much point in staying awake.