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Ianto Jones (readystopwatch) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2016-05-02 13:54:00

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ianto jones, jack harkness, martha jones, sam winchester, spike

Day 374 | Action | Open
[The Hub]

[It's a boring dream by Torchwood standards, an interesting one of your work doesn't consist of a top secret science fiction bunker, complete with mysterious alien gadgets lying everywhere, incomprehensible computer programs running on most of the screens and a pteranodon nesting high up near the roof and occasionally squawking to herself.

As for Ianto he's not doing anything as exciting as his surroundings. He's just cleaning up at the end of the day, throwing away empty pizza boxes ordered under the name of Torchwood, washing coffee mugs, dusting off keyboards, putting away discarded firearms. Maybe he's dreaming about this because he organizes thing even in his sleep. Or maybe he just missed his old routine.]

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	foreverjack 2016-05-02 10:08 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah. I do miss it," he admits, coming away from his door and looking around, regret washing over him as with a jolt he remembers that none of this is there any more, except in their memories - or dreams. "So many good times." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

readystopwatch
2016-05-02 10:46 pm UTC (link)

They still exist for him. He hasn't lived to see it destroyed yet and even knowing it will be it still doesn't feel real. It hasn't sunk in, not in the same way his own destruction has. It's hard to imagine all this being gone, and right now he isn't even thinking about it.

"Bad times, too." He looks around, smiling and giving up on his dusting. "It's a mixed bag, this place."

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foreverjack
2016-05-03 07:15 am UTC (link)

"It's where we lived our lives," he says, as if it explains everything, as perhaps it does. None of them ever had much of a life outside the Hub, after all.

He comes forward as Ianto straightens, now that he's no longer interrupting the tidying. "I spent over a hundred years in this place, on and off. Sometimes, when I look round, I can see it all, memories overlapping each other, one face after another. One death after another."

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readystopwatch
2016-05-03 11:37 am UTC (link)

True. This place has become his life. He doesn't go out with friends - not that he has any to go out with - or take vacations or even really have days off, but he's never minded. This place is home.

"You've done well with it," He glances around too, taking in the darkens corners, the silent work stations. "What we do here is better than what they were doing in London. I don't know if I ever told you that, at least out loud. The way you do things here is the right one."

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foreverjack
2016-05-03 03:59 pm UTC (link)

He comes and leans on the stair railings, watching Ianto appraisingly. It's somehow not odd seeing him here, because the Hub disappeared at the same time as Ianto did. There are other ghosts here for him - Gray, Owen, Toshiko, Susie, Alex - but not Ianto.

Though he is starting to find it jarring that Ianto keeps using the present tense, while he can't help but use the past. Another reminder that this too is doomed to end.

"Thanks," he acknowledges, with a tiny smile. "I did my best. Tried to do the right thing." He looks round at the Hub, empty now of anyone but the two of them. "Not sure how well I managed it, in the end."

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	readystopwatch 2016-05-03 04:40 pm UTC (link)
	"Write that down; it should be Torchwood's new motto." Tried to do the right thing. Not sure how well I managed it. Torchwood in a nutshell. He looks around again, trying to dispel the melancholy mood. "This is all gone for you, isn't it?" A suggestive look. "Want to make one last good memory here? For old time sake?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2016-05-03 06:55 pm UTC (link)

His lips twitch in acknowledgement of just how right that is, and he doesn't bother pointing out that when he's from, there is no Torchwood any more. There's just him, and Gwen (and Rex, but he's not including him because he's a dick) and, okay, they gave it one last try because they had to, but he doubts he'll try to resurrect Torchwood again, even if he does go home again.

But Ianto's trying to cheer him up and well, it's a dream, so why the hell not? He grins slowly. "Excellent idea." He straightens, gaze panning over all the places they've christened over the years. "Against the water tower? Hot house? Invisible lift? Boardroom table? Over my desk, one last time?

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readystopwatch
2016-05-03 07:15 pm UTC (link)

Maybe he shouldn't. They did a lot of good here but why does it always have to be Jack taking on that burden? Let someone else save the world. Leave it to the Doctor. All it ever seems to get them is death and loss. And that, right there, is why he's trying to cheer them both up.

"The desk, I think." It feels appropriate, if this really is their one last time here. Better do it properly. The secretary thing always was their dynamic anyway.

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foreverjack
2016-05-03 08:32 pm UTC (link)

"The desk it is, then," he grins, and comes away from the stairs, snagging Ianto's hand to lead him back along the platform to his office. Everything seems to be just as he left it, as if it hadn't all got blown up (and yes, he did come back down here to rifle through the rubble afterwards; someone had to) and regret for all he's lost washes through him again. He shoves it down, leans a hip against the desk, grinning round at Ianto.

"So many memories to renact in here! Do you remember the time you were kneeling back there blowing me while I was on the telephone to the Prime Minister? Or the time you were screwing me over the desk and the phone rang and you refused to just let it ring, so you answered it and had a perfectly civilised conversation whilst fucking me raw?"

Some of his very favourite memories of this place.

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readystopwatch
2016-05-03 09:20 pm UTC (link)

"I've always been fond of the memory that time Tosh walked in while you had me sucking you off under the desk where she couldn't see me. She wanted to go over those reports in so much detail. I don't know how you kept still that long." All the memories make him smile, not just because the sex was good but because it's memories of them. Of their relationship, all the little pieces and moments that make up what they are to each other. That's worth remembering.

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foreverjack
2016-05-03 10:33 pm UTC (link)

"Oh god yes!" he laughs, remembering. "I thought she'd never leave. Worth it, though - that was so explosive once I finally came!"

He shakes his head, smiling. "So many good blow jobs given from under or behind that desk." Well, obviously, it's why he had such an enormous, right-down-to-the-floor desk!

He wants something more than a blow-job, though, this time. He gazes around at his office, trying to decide what he wants for their last time. "Why don't we keep it simple and classic? Bent over the desk, one last time?"

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readystopwatch
2016-05-03 10:44 pm UTC (link)

He chuckles at hearing that suggestion describes as classic even if it is a perfect way to refer to it. He reaches up to straighten his tie, make sure it's perfectly in place. The suit is part of this, of course, like it always has been and if tradition holds he'll still have a few pieces of it in by the end. Jack did always like the sexy secretary thing. They both did.

"Sounds like an excellent suggestion, sir." How long has it been since he's called him sir? It hasn't felt appropriate lately and he'd almost forgotten how sexy it could be. He's missed this. All of it.

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foreverjack
2016-05-04 12:02 pm UTC (link)

Well, it is a classic - both for secretary sex and for them personally! Both the desk and the suit and tie - and the 'sir' which, yes, it's been a long time since he's heard that and it sends shivers of unexpected lust through him and an appreciative smirk spreading across his face.

"I'm glad you think so," he purrs, coming off the desk and forward a step or two before reaching out to take a hold of the just-straightened tie and using it to pull Ianto forward right into his personal space, eyes tight on his from a distance of about two inches.

"I suggest you lose the trousers, Mr Jones, if you don't want them torn apart so I can get to what's mine."

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readystopwatch
2016-05-04 01:39 pm UTC (link)

"Very good, sir." Ianto lets Jack maintain that hold on his tie for a long moment, tantalizingly close without actually touching. Then he steps back, crouched down, methodically removes one shoe and then the other, taking his time to be neat and leave them perfectly lined up next the the desk. Next he stands, takes off his jacket, hangs it on the coat rack while leaving the vest, tie and pink shirt in place. The trousers and boxers get removed one at a time and neatly folded, set down on the floor near the shoes. He takes his time with it, every move deliberate, not exactly sexy and yet at the same time very much so.

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You know I was picturing that icon already, right? *g*

foreverjack
2016-05-04 03:05 pm UTC (link)

It's weird: Jack never had a thing for neatness and methodical practicality until Ianto came along, but with Ianto? It's one of the hottest things he does. He watches the partial strip with avid attention, his breath coming significantly faster by the end of it, and he steps in himself with a smile when Ianto eventually straightens up, to unbutton the vest himself and add it to the coat rack beside his own coat.

"Perfect," he decides, and steps in again, this time for a long and increasingly heated kiss.

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Sexy butt icon activate!

readystopwatch
2016-05-04 03:21 pm UTC (link)

Ianto gives up on fighting back a smile as Jack removes his vest, leaving just the shirt and tie. It really is like old times, although without the added thrill of going back to work afterwards, knowing no one else knows what happened. That was always his favorite part of this, putting that suit back on and trying to straighten up enough that no one would be suspicious, loving how at odds it all was with what they got up to in here.

He kisses Jack back, long and slow but building in intensity and passion. He reaches one hand back to steady himself on the desk, the other one braced against Jack's chest.

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:-D

foreverjack
2016-05-04 06:49 pm UTC (link)

He's glad Ianto doesn't fight the smile any more, because he likes seeing Ianto smiling. It happens a lot more nowadays than it once did, but it still seems pretty rare - a pure, uncomplicated smile like this.

He looks good in just the shirt and tie and smile. He'll look even better when he's bent over the desk, but Jack's not going to rush the kiss to get there. He keeps it going until he feels Ianto's hand go out to the desk, knowing it means he's melting nicely, and then he pulls back with a smirk and steps back, making a 'turn around' gesture with his hand while he leans over to retrieve one of the several bottles of lube strategically positioned throughout his office.

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readystopwatch
2016-05-04 07:05 pm UTC (link)

He does smile more easily here than he did at home. It's probably because he's happier in this place than he ever was there, and most of that happiness is thanks to Jack. It's nice to be back here, but he won't miss it when he wakes up in the morning. What they have now is better.

He turns around obediently at the gesture, clearing a space on the desk in front of him while he does. Even if it doesn't matter in this dream he still doesn't want papers swept on the floor. Aside from that he waits for instructions, not bending over just yet, not until he's told to.

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foreverjack
2016-05-05 10:15 am UTC (link)

He grins behind Ianto at the characteristic clearing of his desk - not that he blames him because after all lying on decanters and desk tidies does not make for a comfortable fuck. Jack never has been one to have a clear desk. He likes his paraphernalia close at hand.

He doesn't order Ianto to bend over, not in words; he doesn't need to. He just places a large, warm hand in the small of Ianto's back and presses lightly, knowing he'll go over. He leans over him as he goes, to ask, low and alluring, "Do you need me to open you up, or has Spike already done that for me?"

This being a dream, after all, it could go either way.

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readystopwatch
2016-05-05 11:55 am UTC (link)

He lets Jack press him down until he's resting on his forearms on the desk, bent over and perfectly positioned. There will never be a time when he doesn't find this unbelievably hot. Just being in place like this is enough to turn him on, start to get him hard with no more contact from Jack than that kiss and the hand he can feel on his back, warm through the pink fabric of his shirt.

"I need you." He means it than just an answer to the question. He needs Jack, needs every step of this. Even if he was physically ready from Spike he would still want Jack to do this.

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foreverjack
2016-05-05 12:17 pm UTC (link)

After all this time, Jack knows very well what will turn Ianto on (just as much as it turns him on), but he's still unprepared for the level of need in Ianto's voice as he answers, and it sends a surge of want through him in response.

"I'm glad," he says breathily, because while finding Ianto already loose and open from Spike would be pretty hot (and may well be when they get down to in their actual - or, well, slightly less virtual - bodies), he wants this time, here, in the Hub to be about them.

He squeezes out lube, warms it up between his fingers, and then slips one of them down between Ianto's cheeks - doing it by feel so he can stay leaning over him, breath on his back, his own elbow on the desk beside Ianto's, his still-clothes cock brushing against Ianto's hip. He plays for a moment with just sliding his finger up and down Ianto's crack; then impatience gets the better of him and he presses on inwards, gasping as his finger is sucked in by hot, tight, silky flesh.

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readystopwatch
2016-05-05 03:11 pm UTC (link)

This is their place. It always will be. His dream with Spike won't include anything more than a conversation here. He shivers as Jack moves closer, feeling the tantalizing press of him through the fabric, the brush of an arm against his, the pressure of his chest against his back.

He shudders as Jack's fingers get to work, fighting to keep still, to keep from rocking back, fighting for more.

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foreverjack
2016-05-05 03:40 pm UTC (link)

Ianto's so responsive, and so good for him, his struggle to stay still very obvious in the new tension Jack can see and feel in his muscles. "It's okay, let go, just relax, let me have all those gorgeous reactions," he coaxes, his voice honey-toned, while his finger works to coax more reactions from his body, twisting and rubbing, finding that sweet little bulge and pausing there to try and draw more reactions from him. Then pulling out and being replaced by two, while Jack leans low over him, breath and then lips on the back of his neck.

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	readystopwatch 2016-05-05 04:11 pm UTC (link)
	That's all the permission he needs to let go, to grind back against those fingers, making a noise of pleased approval low in his throat. Two fingers is even better than one and he dips his head down against his arms, catching his breath and responding enthusiastically to Jack's words and touch. He's so good at this its impossible not to. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

foreverjack
2016-05-06 10:58 am UTC (link)

Oh, that's good, that's lovely. He does so enjoy coaxing a heartfelt response out of Ianto, watching him give up so much more than he ever does in everyday life. Two fingers become three, and then once he's sure Ianto's ready he slides them out and finally gets his own belt and fly undone, letting out a soft sigh of relief as his cock springs out, eager for action.

"God, you look so hot like this," he breathes, sucking a breath at the sensation as he slicks up his cock. "I'd be tempted to pause and give you a good spanking, make those cheeks match your shirt - if I weren't so impatient to get inside you and fuck you through the desk."

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