Torchwood: Fanfic : Keeping quiet

[m_findlow]

Title: Keeping quiet
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 800 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for deannie's prompt "Any, any, a hand over his /her mouth wasn't enough - there had to be another way to silence him /her" at fic_promptly
Summary: Ianto has a new secret weapon

Play time with Jack was always fun, if not always conveniently timed. There was just no way of really knowing when the mood would strike Jack, which often meant the location for their dalliances was also considered rather ad-hoc.

Ianto wasn't trying to keep their blossoming relationships a secret per se, but there was a certain degree of consideration for his fellow teammates. There was no need to shove it in their faces, however nonplussed Jack was about it. Ianto didn't want the rest of them thinking that he'd become Jack's favourite and that he didn't have to work as hard as them for Jack's praise. In fact, he probably worked harder than all of them, and the coffee went without further need for praise. It simply was the best thing going around, end of.

Still, despite that, he was intent on keeping all of his extracurricular efforts under wraps. He might not have had much of a say in the choice of location, but they could at least opt for subtlety by doing so quietly.

Well, so he'd thought.

Just like everything else about Jack, it was loud, brash, and didn't give a fig for anyone else. He didn't care if everyone else in the hub - and Cardiff for that matter - could hear the pair of them making out in the cleaning supplies closet, or under the boardroom table, or perhaps hidden precariously on the flagstone of the invisible lift. If Jack was enjoying himself, and enjoying what he was doing to Ianto, or vice versa, he was going to be as loud as he liked, in case Ianto should accidentally forget just how much he enjoyed it.

As much as hearing Jack's passionate moans and cries was turning him on, it was getting to the point of nearly screaming. Hard enough that he was trying to temper his own efforts from voicing their enjoyment, but if Jack didn't quieten down, the rest of the team were going to find them down here and lose all respect for them. He'd never be able to look any of them in the eye ever again. Plus, there was no way Ianto was stopping what he was doing when he was enjoying it too much himself. He just had to shut Jack up somehow.

He'd already tried smothering Jack's mouth with his lips, but Jack's tongue was a force to be reckoned with, and somehow managed to be both down the back of Ianto's throat and still moaning extremely loudly at the same time, and getting louder. If he didn't do something soon, they were going to be uncovered. Think fast, Jones!

He slammed a hand over Jack's mouth, making sure he could still breathe, and continuing his movement against Jack's body. 'Moan quieter!' he hissed. 'The others will hear us.'

Instead of silencing Jack, he felt Jack smile beneath the hand across his face and ramped up his volume even louder. Bastard,Ianto thought. Should leave you hanging on the edge as punishment, he thought, but he was too close himself now to stop. Giving up on principle would punish them both, and he'd be horny and frustrated all afternoon. There had to be another way to silence Jack, apart from waiting for it to all be over. He was close, but not that close. The rest of the team uncovering them was closer still.

Frustrated at wanting Jack to scream as loud as he could, and not wanting the team to find out, he dug his teeth into the skin just behind Jack's ear. Jack's cries temporarily died in his throat, his breath hitching, as Ianto struck the ultra sensitive spot he hadn't even known existed. Jack let out a little moan and begged Ianto to do that again. He obliged, hearing Jack's voice devolve into tiny little whimpers instead of loud panting streams, until they finally hit the peak of their pleasure, Jack lost for words and barely able to utter a sound as Ianto teased his neck with his teeth. Finally their breathing slowed back down enough for Jack to recompose himself.

'Oh, that was very good,' Jack finally hummed, just about collapsing against him and the wall behind him. 'Just when I think you can't surprise me anymore.'

Jack smiled at him and dressed quickly, looking fresh as a daisy, as if nothing at all had happened. Ianto took a lot longer to get his clothes back on just the right way, though his cheeks still looked flushed, and he was sure he must reek of Jack's pheromones. Apart from that though, this new little development could come in very handy, unable to wipe the silly little smile from his face. If he could keep Jack quiet with it, that opened up a whole raft of possibilities.

Comments

[bk_forever]

I wonder how many other spots there might be on Jack's body that would have the same effect... I think Ianto needs to do some thorough exploring, with lots of nibbling, to find out ;)