m_findlow

Title: Falling hard
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 750 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for badly_knitted's promptl "Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Falling off Jack's desk during an intimate encounter" at fic_promptly
Summary: Jack and Ianto get a little bit carried away.

'Mmm, yes,' Ianto panted as Jack pushed his body to its physical limits, body pressed firmly over the top his own sweat covered skin. Things had escalated very quickly, clothes having been practically torn off to get at each other's bodies. When Jack pushed Ianto back against his desk and started to clamber over the top of him, he knew there was no turning back. It wouldn't be the first time they'd had sex on Jack's desk, and if it was half as good as the previous couple of times, it wouldn't be last, either. It wasn't really appropriate, given this was where they worked every day, but now that Jack was doing what he was, there was no way Ianto was going to tell him to stop.

Whatever you do, just don't cum over that report for UNIT, he told himself, though he still wasn't sure just where on the desk it was in relation to his own body. They hadn't really pushed everything out of the way beforehand, having been rather too preoccupied with hands in other places. 'Oh, God, Jack!' he cried out. Forget the damn report for UNIT. He could always print and bind another copy.

'Ianto...' Jack couldn't find breath for any more words. Ianto could tell he was so close, his movements becoming more frantic and erratic. Ianto wasn't all that far behind him.

'Argh!' Jack cried out, though it wasn't on account of what they were doing. One second he'd been about to hit the ultimate high, and the next he found himself coming to a violent and sudden halt, his world spinning but not in the way he expected, tumbling completely off the desk and onto the floor. Strangely, it didn't hurt nearly as much as he anticipated, until he realised that he wasn't the only one who'd taken a tumble, and that his fall had been cushioned by his unfortunate lover, who was now crushed beneath him.

'Ow,' Ianto groaned.

'Are you okay?' Jack said, trying to push himself up and off his lover, finding several files and followed him on his descent, fluttering to the floor around them.

'I think so,' Ianto replied. 'How did we get down here?' They'd never fallen off the desk before.

'Must've slipped,' Jack said.

'That or you were a lot rougher than usual.'

Jack chuckled. 'I didn't hear you complaining about how rough it was.'

'No, you didn't,' he agreed. 'Although the rough landing I could do without. What about you?'

'I think I missed hitting anything on the way down.'

'Lucky you. You're a lot heavier than you look, you know that,' Ianto said, trying to pull himself up, Jack still awkwardly tangled in between his legs. 'I don't think I've been that properly squashed since the night we caught Myfanwy and you came crashing down on top of me.'

'You are making a habit of breaking my falls, aren't you?' Jack mused.

'Just so long as that's all I break,' Ianto replied, gingerly testing out key bones and joints for injury.

'You're just so easy to fall for,' Jack joked.

'And you certainly fell hard.'

'I knowit's all a bit sudden and that coming crash landing off the desk has probably put a little bit of a dampener on the moment, but I'm kinda hoping maybe we could just pick up where we left off?'

'Nothing stops you libido, does it?' Ianto quipped.

'Not really. Besides, crash landing is kinda my speciality. Once you've done it a few dozen times, you don't let it worry you so much. So long as you're still alive, that's really all that matters.'

Jack leant down to help pick Ianto back up off the floor, but as he did, Ianto instead wrapped his arms around Jack and pulled him back down instead. It was unexpected, resulting in Jack losing his balance somewhat and smacking his forehead into Ianto's as he collapsed back on top of him.

'Sorry,' he apologised. 'I'm guessing that wasn't what you intended.'

'But par for the course, tonight,' Ianto said, mentally adding another bruise to his current repertoire.

'So, what was it you intended?'

'I only thought that given how fraught our last attempt was, that we might be safer if we just stayed down here.'

'Not quite as kinky as doing it on the desk,' Jack replied, nuzzling Ianto's neck.

'No, maybe not. But kinky and hot can be mutually exclusive.'

Jack leant back down and kissed him. 'Yes, they can.'