LMOM: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 19
So I had a LOT more planned for this part, but my day was just too busy and I didn't have enough time to write proper Jack Harkness. Sorry.
Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 19 Author: KateKintail Rating: R to NC-17 Pairing: Jack/Remus/Ianto Kinks: Hmm. See pairing. Disclaimer: Not my characters or world. Just my creative juices. Please don’t sue. I don’t make a dime from this. Summary: New Companions all around! Remus is in heat and in need of more things than sex… Word Count for this part: 1,959 Notes: I’m in way over my head this year for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May. Any feedback you’ve got for me would be useful. Also, this is completely unbetaed, because of time constraints. Sorry!
Part 19
Where: Torchwood Three, Cardiff When: 2008
“Your tea’s ready. One cream, three sugars.” Ianto Jones sat down on a cold metal floor beside Remus. They sat there, legs dangling over the edge, looking down at the main room of the Hub.
Accepting the tea, “How’d you know?”
Ianto shrugged. “When making tea is your job, you get to be pretty good at it.”
Remus could understand that, especially when comparing his technique yesterday with his skills now. It was surprising to think that Remus fancied shags at all any more. And yet…
Ianto rubbed Remus’ back in a slow, gentle circle. “I haven’t put anything in that tea except the cream and three sugars. I promise.”
Remus smiled and took a sip. It was bloody brilliant and then some. Scalding hot, too, but Remus didn’t care about that as he gulped it down.
“Hey, take it easy there.” The rubbing was a little stronger now. And there was a hand on Remus’ thigh. “S’got to last until Jack gets back.”
Remus swallowed his last mouthful. “Does it?” He placed his hand on Ianto’s and stroked it. “Does it really?”
Ianto nodded. “Sooner or later we’ll run out of cups or spoons… or sugar, especially the way you like it.”
“Hm.” Remus took another sip of the hot, strong, sweet tea. Then he nibbled the man’s ear, rubbing his nose against the dark sideburns. “I’ll need something to help slow me down, then.”
The man gasped and leaned away. “We really should wait for Jack. He told us to…”
“And you do everything he tells you, then?”
Shrugging, “Well, he is my boss.”
Remus grinned and reached over, loosening the man’s tie. The perfect Winsor knot gave slightly around the stiff, pressed collar. Remus pulled the end out from beneath the fine black suit and flashed briefly on the scene from yesterday. Sirius had taught him how best to deal with ties.”He is,” Remus agreed. “How does that work, exactly? Complicated?”
“Compartmentalized,” Ianto replied. “Able to separate the personal from the professional.”
“And this talk he and the Doctor are having now, which one of those two categories would that fall into?”
Ianto couldn’t answer. He stammered, “But don’t you want to wait for Jack? I mean… I’m just… and he’s… Jack, isn’t he? Everyone wants him. I saw that in your eyes when you first met him.”
Remus couldn’t deny that, either. “Well, when he gets back, he’s welcome to join in. I guarantee I’ll have enough stamina to handle you both.”
The hand on Remus’ back patted twice and Ianto took a deep breath. “All right then. Jack’s bedroom’s just over there.”
“Can’t wait.” Remus’ hand slid over to the man’s thigh, and then his crotch. He leaned forward and found those lips to be warm and soft, just waiting for his. There was a high-pitched, echoing squawk up above and Remus stopped snogging for just a second in order to look up.
“It’s a dinosaur,” Ianto told him. “Don’t be worried.”
“I’m not,” Remus replied. “I just met some dinosaurs about a week or so ago.”
*
Getting Ianto out of his suit was the best part. Untying the gorgeous shoes, taking them off, setting them by the bed. The unzipping of the black slacks, sliding them down over a beautiful, round arse and off over his feet. The slow removal of the suit coat, over the shoulders then sliding off his back, hanging the suit up on a wooden hanger on the back of the door that practically had his name engraved on it. He pulled the black socks off one at a time. Then he took the tie and hung it on the crook of his arm while he slowly unbuttoned the gray dress shirt. He kissed the man as he undid each button, lips and fingers moving simultaneously. Once Ianto was naked, Remus put the tie back on Ianto, around his head, resting on his nose, covering his eyes.
Ianto’s playful smile warmed Remus’ heart. The kisses seemed even sweeter now. Remus quickly undressed as well, tossing his clothes hither and thither. Remus wrapped one leg around Ianto’s waist, rubbing their crotches together. Ianto’s cock was wonderful, thick, strong, and Remus tingled everywhere and then some as he rubbed his own against it.
The other best part was the frotting. Ianto stood with his back to the wall, and squeezed Remus’ arse tightly. One hand reached down, stroking the tender backside of Remus’ thigh. Hesitantly, not sure Ianto could support him well enough, Remus lifted his other leg off the floor. Ianto held him there, their cocks still rubbing, their arms wrapped around each other in an embrace. Their lips were locked in a kiss and their hearts raced quickly.
The tie blindfold slipped out of place a few times, and Remus had glimpses of those gorgeous eyes sparkling at him. Remus held him tightly, appreciatively, as he moved his own body up and down, up and down. It felt magnificent, and Remus almost came no fewer than a dozen times.
The other best part was the fucking. Ianto sat backwards in Jack’s chair, legs spread wide around the back. Remus squeezed on behind him, well-lubed and sliding into the man with ease. He pumped automatically, going in so deep that Ianto gripped the chair in front of him as though it were anchoring him to the earth.
Remus moved one leg over Ianto’s thigh to get a different angle to his thrust and Ianto moaned happily. Their climaxes were almost nothing compared to the beautiful build-up, though they left both men smiling.
“You were wonderful,” Remus whispered. “So glad we didn’t wait for Jack.”
“Nice of you to say, but really, no one wants me over Jack-”
Remus cut him off with a kiss. Then he pointed out, “Jack does.” Remus’ mind jumped to Sirius’ views about masturbation and Remus wondered if his statement were really true after all. “And I do.”
“That’s only because you haven’t had Jack,” Ianto laughed.
“He won’t be angry with you, will he? Are you two… exclusive?”
Ianto shrugged. “I believe you’re a special case, Remus.”
*
Remus was sleeping soundly with his head cradled on Ianto’s bare chest when Captain Jack Harkness came in. He woke to the sound of kissing and Ianto’s hand rubbing his back again, intentionally trying to rouse him. Remus yawned and smiled up at the two men.
“The Doctor seemed to think you’d need some serious looking after today,” Jack told Remus. The man was taking off his coat and kicking off his boots. “I hope Ianto’s made you feel welcome here at Torchwood?”
Remus nodded and smiled contentedly. “Had the tour and some tea.”
“He makes a good cup of tea, my Ianto. Among… other things.” Jack bent over and kissed the man again. Then he paused, looking into Remus’ eyes, and repeated the action for Remus. The man’s kiss was like nothing Remus had ever experienced before. Not like Sirius’ kiss- not even close- but there were little explosions followed by larger ones. Remus closed his eyes, savoring the experience, and realized there was more.
They were touching him through the sheets, stroking softly, fondling tenderly, creating light sensations that made Remus tingle with desire. He grinned playfully and uncurled his body. He stretched out and turned onto his back, providing more with which they could work. The warmth of fingers through soft cotton against his cock was glorious. He was roused in more ways than one.
“The Doctor also seemed to think you’d be able to keep up with me,” said Jack. “I suppose I should warn you: I’m not exactly human.”
“That’s all right,” said Remus. “Neither am I.” At this, Jack’s eyebrows twitched and something like the Doctor’s curiosity danced in his eyes.
Remus’ favorite position was with his head resting on Ianto’s thigh, lapping at the man’s cock and balls while Jack took him from behind. Those strokes were so very powerful… maddeningly good… inspiring even. Each one filled him completely, going deep and making its point before pulling out again. But Remus could take anything and give it right back again.
He lay in bed, wanking, on display as they flanked him on either side and kissed him. There was a feather involved as well, which tried to catch him off guard and throw him off, but he would not be moved. He came powerfully and was ready again by the time he caught his breath afterwards. “Starting to see what the Doctor meant,” Jack laughed.
Remus’ other favorite position was under the captain, staring up into those gorgeous eyes and that incredible smile. They held him captive so he couldn’t look away. His legs were up, hooked over the man’s shoulders, and his body moved in time to Captain Jack Harkness’ chosen rhythm. The man was nothing if not strong, but he was also patient and persistent. Remus was strung along in a sort of game of which man would reach orgasm first. In fact, Ianto was watching intently, keeping track with a stopwatch in his hand. Remus stared unblinkingly into Jack’s blue eyes, registering the hair that brushed over his forehead, registering the dimples and that irresistible grin, registering everything but holding out until he saw the flinch and the silent gasp when he knew the game was over.
As soon as Jack slid out and Remus’ legs were flat again on the bed, Ianto sent him over the edge with a mere two pumps of his cock. Jack kissed him, muffling a moan Remus simply couldn’t silence.
“Ianto?” Jack whispered, lying on his stomach, breathing hard.
“Mmm,” Ianto replied, nodding. He got up and returned with a bottle of water. All three shared the bottle, then Remus found himself bathed in tiny capfuls of ice water. He cried out in pleasure and shock, body arching and recoiling simultaneously.
Remus’ other favorite position was crouching in a corner of the Hub, naked, shivering, terrified of being found too soon while listening to the footsteps of the men who knew the layout far better than he did. Buttons blinked and monitors flashed. The movement was disconcerting. But he still had the advantage of heightened senses. He could hear and smell them coming, and could change locations if he had a place to change to. The problem was, he was never going to make it back to Jack’s bed- aka home base- before they caught him.
But his loss was also his gain. He was tackled on the windy metal stairs on his way up. He gripped the bars as they made love to him at awkwardly arousing angles. His body moved up and down, on one stair then the one above, then the one below. He was forced to take their torturous tongue flicks until they made him cum unrestrainedly. But when they went back to the bed to reset and start counting again, he laughed and made them pay, having them both together.
It wasn’t all about the sex, though, it really wasn’t. It was about reconnecting- Remus to them and them to Remus. Every touch, every look, every kiss they could never talk about once this night was over.
Remus’ other favorite position was every single one of them. He loved lying on top of Ianto, thrusting, while Jack lay on top of him. He loved what Jack’s mouth made of his cock; the man was more talented than Remus- more talented than Remus had ever had. He loved lounging back against the pillows and watching Ianto and Jack hold each other. He loved when they snuggled him in-between them and played with him slowly until he was ready for more.