FIC: Switch (Torchwood 1/1)
Dec. 17th, 2008 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dru_evilista
This blasted fic took forever to write. I just kept...spazzeming at the writing het. Give me man on man action and I can fly though it, without blinking, but female parts and I...die. Gah. First time I've actually managed to write a het sex scene without fading to black, so I hope it's not horrible! I swear the muses are getting gutted if they ever try to do this to me again, lol. Oh and Ianto? Showed up, seriously out of nowhere. This was supposed to just be Jack and Owen, then Ianto pops up while their afterglowing. I have no idea how he got in there.
Title: Switch
Author: Dru
Rating: Adults Only!
Characters, Pairing: Jack/Owen, Ianto (and hints of Jack/Owen/Ianto)
Summary: After a accident with a alien device, and a spill down the stairs, Jack checks over Owen. Hurt/comfort abounds!
Author note/WARNINGS: First off...this contains...*swallows* ...het. Seriously. There are female body parts, and Jack does things to them. Ok this came to me while I was laying in bed, trying, and failing to fall back to sleep, after only a couple hours of sleep. Kinda dub-conish. Owen's not exactly screaming "NO!" but is seriously like "Jack, WTF are you doing?! Where is your hand going?! ....do that again." Like all those bodice ripper novels I guess. Also just so you know, still using male pronouns, as Owen still thinks of himself as male, even if he has girly bits currently.
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"Owen, lay still!" Jack barked, nearly flying down the stairs to kneel over Owen's small, groaning in pain, form.
"Fuck! What the hell happened?!" Owen groaned, squinting a eye open at Jack.
"I told you to be careful. I told you to stay away from the stairs until you get a better hang of things! You have a entirely new body Owen! Your center of gravity has shifted, your body is unfamiliar! Now stay still until I make sure your spine is in one piece!" Jack growled running gentle fingers along Owen's scalp and neck.
Owen snarled. "I fucking hate this! It's not bad enough I lost my fucking cock, but now I can't even walk a fucking flight of stairs without falling on my head?!"
Jack ignored Owen's ranting for the moment: "You fell on your head? Owen, open your eyes, look at me!" Jack demanded, wanting to check for concussion.
"Jack, it's an expression I'm fine! Let me up." Owen sighed but opened his eyes, and let Jack peer into them, checking their focus and reaction to light.
Jack looked down at his wriststrap, quickly reprogramming it to scan over Owen. Vital signs looked ok, didn't see any signs of major internal bleeding or broken bones. "Ok, let's get you up. I'll give you a check over in the autopsy bay. With my helping you on the stairs."
"Jack!"
"Owen you fell down the stairs! My wriststrap is good, but it's not a medical device. I could have missed something. Plus you wouldn't let Tosh or anyone check you over after you got zapped. We need medical scans. It could help us find a way to reverse this." Jack coaxed, as he helped Owen sit up, and pulled him to his feet, keeping his arm wrapped around Owen's even more delicate then normal, frame.
Owen practically growled at him, tugging out of his embrace, but started back up the stairs to get to the main hub, and the stairs down to the autopsy bay.
Jack stayed with him, watching him closely, not wanting him to take another tumble. ...plus he was rather enjoying Owen's new curves. The slight swell of hips and breasts, where formerly there was just ruler straight flat lines.
Owen managed to not fall down this time, and started gathering scanners and medical equipment. "I'll give my self a quick going over, then I'm going home and getting plastered. Maybe if I drink enough I'll wake up and find this was just a bad dream."
Jack picked Owen up by the waist, and plopped him down on the table. "Be a good girl, and you can have a whatever you want, short of death by alcohol poisoning, when I'm done with your physical."
"I AM NOT A GIRL!"
"...right. Be a good woman and you can have a whatever you want, short of death by alcohol poisoning, when I'm done with your physical."
"I'm a man! A man! Not a girl, not a woman, a fucking man!"
Jack looked down at Owen's heaving chest, watching with great interest. "Whatever you say."
Owen continued to glare, even as Jack started running scanners over him.
"Hmm."
"What?" Owen demanded, trying to grab the scanner away from Jack.
Jack kept it out of his reach, and gave him a cheeky grin. "I'm being a doctor. Making all those nonsense hmm noises while working, just to hear my self speak."
"Next time you die, I'm autopsying you and putting all your organs back wrong."
Jack's grin didn't fade as he continued to examine Owen. "Come on, it isn't so bad. We'll find a way to turn you back, these kind of technologies almost always have a way to reverse them, till then you should have some fun with being a woman."
"Almost always?!" Owen screeched, eyes going wide in horror.
"Owen, Owen!" Jack pulled Owen close making soothing noises. He winced, glancing at a monitor. "It's ok, it's ok. You know we're the best. We'll find a way to turn you back. Calm down, I don't think a heart attack or stroke is gonna help things for you."
Owen took a deep breath, closing his eyes, hands flexing closed and open on the edge of the autopsy table. "Calm. You expect me to be calm?! I'd like to see how fucking calm you'd be in my situation!"
"I freaked out a bit, then went on the pull. Multiple orgasms are the best medicine."
"...you have a lived a very strange life, haven't you Harkness?" Owen said pulling back from Jack a bit, to look up to look him in the eye.
"You could say that." Jack said, keeping up rubbing soothing circles on Owen's back. "Feeling better? Ready for me to finish up and get you home?"
Owen took another breath and eventually nodded.
"Ok, good, good." Jack grabbed another scanner and started to slowly run it over Owen.
Owen watched closely, making sure he knew what he was doing, and didn't accidentally use the singularity scalpel or something and blow up a vital organ.
"Ok, looking good so far, no weird energy signatures, everything looks like a normal, fairly healthy young woman, though you should probably look over the readings later. Alright, clothes off." At the glare Owen gave him, he continued, "You fell down, I want to check for bruises."
"You just want to get me naked." Owen accused, voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
Jack gave him a wide eyed innocent look and pressed a hand to his chest. "Owen I'm shocked, just shocked you think I would ever do such a thing! I'm just concerned for your health! You need...ointment or...something if you're bruised."
Owen snorted a laugh. "I can't believe I'm letting you treat me...christ, have you ever even taken a first aid class?"
Jack gave Owen his best 'Look at me, I'm adorable, don't you just want to shag me?' pout. "My medical skills are fine. I'm over 100 years old, and have spent most of them on battle fields. I've done first aid on more people then you, I bet."
Owen was still snickering. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure. Oh what the hell, you're probably gonna find a way to see me naked anyway. Probably bugged my flat already..." Owen sighed rolling his eyes, as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Jack tried very hard to keep the grin off his face as the soft, pale curve of Owen's small breasts were revealed as one button at a time was opened.
"Jack, if you don't stop drooling on the floor, one of us is going to wind up slipping and getting a concussion."
"Well at least we know your ego wasn't damaged in your fall." Jack said brightly as he moved around to help Owen with his shirt, then winced as he got a look at Owen's back. "Ouch. We really need to put more weight on you. There's nothing between your bones and the floor. Other then your very bruised skin."
Owen tossed the removed shirt onto a nearby chair and twisted a bit to see for himself. "Eh, I've had worse after a night out."
"Kinky. You'll have to tell me all about it some time." Jack told him, as he ran his hands down Owen's back, gently prodding at already starting to darken injuries.
Owen sucked a breath in though his teeth, rolling his shoulder. "It's fine, Jack. Stop fussing. Or groping, whatever it is you're doing."
"Shhh, let me help." Jack said softly, fingers pressing down with more pressure, digging into sore muscles, avoiding the fresh bruises, but seeming to find all the right pressure points.
Owen groaned, head falling forward. "God, Jack. I think I've figured out how to manged to lure everything with a pulse into your bed."
"Only one of my many ways." Jack chuckled in Owen's ear, continuing his impromptu massage. "Don't forget to breathe."
Warm breath blew across Owen's neck, as Jack's fingers found another sore spot, and Owen gasped in a deep breath sharply.
Jack's fingers trailed down Owen's sides, feeling ribs expanding and deflating with Owen's rapid breathing. Owen made a insanely small and delicate woman. His hands could almost wrap all the way around Owen's rib cage.
"Jack, seriously, what are you doing? You know this insane right? We can't do this. Things are different now. Ianto's gonna shoot me! Or worse!" Owen groaned, though he leaned into Jack's touch.
"No he won't. I'll let him watch the CCTV footage. He likes to watch." Jack's hands slid around to cup Owen's breasts, grinning as he felt Owen's heart speeding up under his hand. He lightly stroked the soft breasts under his hands, then pinched the nipples. He sucked on a spot on Owen's neck, scrapping his teeth lightly, then biting down harder.
Owen arched, yelled and shuddered, falling back against Jack panting. "Oh! Oh fucking hell!"
Jack chuckled relishing the way Owen's body shook against his. He loved this. Knowing he could do this to someone else, knowing he could reduce another being into a shivering pile of post orgasmic goo. Loved the feel of hot sweaty skin against his, loved a pounding heart against his own. He pulled away, making Owen whimper, and quickly moved around to the front, and pulled Owen into a kiss.
Owen's hands scrambled blindly at Jack's clothes, pushing his braces down, buttons flying as he gave the shirt a sharp, impatient yank.
Jack made a small noise of protest. "Hey! I liked that shirt..."
"Teaboy'll sew them back on, now hurry the fuck up, and strip! You wear too many layers..." Owen grumbled.
Jack pulled Owen back into a kiss, as he dropped his ruined shirt to the floor, then pulled back long enough to pull off his t-shirt. He then moved onto Owen's jeans, quickly opening them, and nudged Owen to lift his hips, so he could wiggled the jeans over the now wider hips.
"Oooh going commando? Naughty-" Jack grinned at the death glare Owen shot him. "boy." Jack tossed the jeans out of the way, not caring where they landed, and ran a hand up Owen's smooth thigh, suppressing a laugh. Owen's 'Manscaping' habit certainly came in handy at a time like this.
Owen was panting again, pupils dilated, as he licked his lips. His eyes flicked down to Jack's hand and up again, looking more then a little nervous as Jack's hand slowly moved up his leg.
"Shh. Don't worry, I'll make it good." Jack kissed Owen again, and flicked his thumb over Owen's clit.
Owen spasmed, shuddering in Jack's grasp. "Oh my fucking god, Jack!"
"Yeah, not minding being a woman so much right now, are you?" Jack chuckled into Owen's throat.
"Shut the fuck up, and fuck me already Harkness!" Owen ordered, trying to grind closer.
"Don't be so impatient, Owen. This is your first time. This is gonna be good. I'm gonna make you scream." Jack gently pushed Owen back down on the table, pushing his legs apart.
"Oh bloody hell! Of all the times for you to learn self control..."
Jack kissed Owen again, thumb lightly rubbing against Owen's slick opening.
Owen made a frustrated noise against Jack's mouth, pulling back, gasping. "Jack, please!"
"Alright, alright. I'd say keep your panties on, but..." Jack grinned playfully as he quickly pulled off his trousers, and pulled Owen close, lining their bodies up, not pushing in yet, just teasing Owen with the lightest of touches, brushing over sensitive flesh. "Ready for this?"
"Jack! You're killing me here!" Owen wailed, thumping his head back on the table.
"I'll take that as a yes." Jack slowly pushed inside, pausing to catch his breath, and try to think unsexy thoughts to keep from coming on the spot.
"Oh! Fuck, christ, I- fuck!" Owen had lost all ability to speak or think clearly as he writhed under Jack.
Jack started moving, slowly pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting in deeper and deeper with each thrust, setting a torturingly slow pace.
Owen panted harshly, fingers clawing at Jack's shoulders. He squeezed his eyes closed, pleasure rolling over him in waves.
Jack stretched and leaned down kissing Owen deeply, hands trailing over sweat streaked skin, feeling every twitch and tremble, thriving on it. Loving every little reaction that was telling him he was driving Owen completely out of his mind. The tiny gasps, the rapid thudding of Owen's heart, the way his back arched, trying to get more contact, trying to drive him on faster. Jack nipped gently at Owen's lower lip, drawing a low growl, and Owen pulling him into a deeper kiss.
Owen's inner muscles twitched and clenched around him, and sparks danced in front of Jack's eyes. He could feel his own orgasm building and wanted to push Owen over the edge again first. He slipped a hand between their bodies and stroked Owen's clit, as he kissed and sucked his way down Owen's throat. "Come for me, Owen! Come!" He panted into Owen's ear.
Owen, for once in his life, obeyed a order and orgasmed, before collapsing back in utter exhaustion.
Jack grinned in triumph, then lost his battle in holding off and came with a groan. He pulled out and slumped over the table enjoying the afterglow. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers though Owen's short, damp hair, humming in contentment. "So, in a better mood now?"
"Dunno, ask me again when I'm awake." Owen mumbled, barely conscious.
Full consciousness returned to them both when they heard the alarm for the rolling cog door go off.
"Jack? Owen?" Ianto voice rang out though the hub, making Owen wince and slide off the table to try and franticly yank on his clothes.
Jack, on the other hand, didn't look at all bothered. "We're down here, Ianto!"
"Jack!" Owen hissed, jumping up and down while trying to get his jeans back on.
"Relax. I told you, Ianto won't mind." Jack told him grinning and stretching, as he sat up, and hopped off the table.
"Easy for you to say! He's never shot you!" Owen hissed, eyes darting from Jack, to the entrance of the autopsy bay, and back.
"What are you two doing-" Ianto paused at the top of the stairs, tilting his head. "...you two really should try to get over this fetish you have for having sex on the autopsy table. And learn to make less of a mess while you're at it. Coffee?"
Owen froze and slowly blinked up at Ianto in shock.
Jack grinned and kissed Owen, before jogging up the stairs and pulling Ianto into a kiss. "Coffee would be perfect!"
"Watch the suit, sir, you're a mess." Ianto said lightly before looking at Owen with a eyebrow raised in question.
"Uh...no thanks. I'm uh- gonna go grab a shower and go home." Owen edged around Jack and Ianto, clutching his shirt to his chest, looking like he was barely stopping him self from breaking into a run.
Jack shook his head. "You 21st century people...so uptight. He's convinced you're gonna kill him. ...what are you doing here this late anyway?"
Ianto smirked slightly. "Would I do that? It's so much more fun to psychologically torture him endlessly. And I wanted to check up on both of you. Make sure Owen was alright. Did you by any chance, manage to get in any tests before you shagged him senseless?"
"Oh yeah. He's fine. I knew what it was the second I saw the device. A Briloan gender switcher. Sex toy, lots and lots of temporary fun. Only lasts about 12 hours. He'll be back to him self by morning."
"And of course you neglected to mention this to him?"
"...maybe."
Ianto chuckled heading over to the coffee machine. "I'm not helping you when he finds out. I hope the sex was good enough to make up for what he's going to do to you."
Jack's grin was huge and filthy. "Oh it definitely was!" He paused and eyed Ianto, walking up close behind him. "You know...we still have a good few hours before he changes back..." He turned Ianto around and wrapped a hand around his tie pulling him closer. "Feel like having a bit of fun? Maybe if we wear him out enough he'll forgive me."
"I somehow don't think Owen would agree to that."
"Oh I can be very convincing." Jack purred lowly.
"...your coffee would be delayed?"
"I think I'll live." Jack said, using Ianto's tie as a leash as he headed for the showers.
"But will Owen?" Ianto muttered softly under his breath.
The End
Title: Switch
Author: Dru
Rating: Adults Only!
Characters, Pairing: Jack/Owen, Ianto (and hints of Jack/Owen/Ianto)
Summary: After a accident with a alien device, and a spill down the stairs, Jack checks over Owen. Hurt/comfort abounds!
Author note/WARNINGS: First off...this contains...*swallows* ...het. Seriously. There are female body parts, and Jack does things to them. Ok this came to me while I was laying in bed, trying, and failing to fall back to sleep, after only a couple hours of sleep. Kinda dub-conish. Owen's not exactly screaming "NO!" but is seriously like "Jack, WTF are you doing?! Where is your hand going?! ....do that again." Like all those bodice ripper novels I guess. Also just so you know, still using male pronouns, as Owen still thinks of himself as male, even if he has girly bits currently.
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"Owen, lay still!" Jack barked, nearly flying down the stairs to kneel over Owen's small, groaning in pain, form.
"Fuck! What the hell happened?!" Owen groaned, squinting a eye open at Jack.
"I told you to be careful. I told you to stay away from the stairs until you get a better hang of things! You have a entirely new body Owen! Your center of gravity has shifted, your body is unfamiliar! Now stay still until I make sure your spine is in one piece!" Jack growled running gentle fingers along Owen's scalp and neck.
Owen snarled. "I fucking hate this! It's not bad enough I lost my fucking cock, but now I can't even walk a fucking flight of stairs without falling on my head?!"
Jack ignored Owen's ranting for the moment: "You fell on your head? Owen, open your eyes, look at me!" Jack demanded, wanting to check for concussion.
"Jack, it's an expression I'm fine! Let me up." Owen sighed but opened his eyes, and let Jack peer into them, checking their focus and reaction to light.
Jack looked down at his wriststrap, quickly reprogramming it to scan over Owen. Vital signs looked ok, didn't see any signs of major internal bleeding or broken bones. "Ok, let's get you up. I'll give you a check over in the autopsy bay. With my helping you on the stairs."
"Jack!"
"Owen you fell down the stairs! My wriststrap is good, but it's not a medical device. I could have missed something. Plus you wouldn't let Tosh or anyone check you over after you got zapped. We need medical scans. It could help us find a way to reverse this." Jack coaxed, as he helped Owen sit up, and pulled him to his feet, keeping his arm wrapped around Owen's even more delicate then normal, frame.
Owen practically growled at him, tugging out of his embrace, but started back up the stairs to get to the main hub, and the stairs down to the autopsy bay.
Jack stayed with him, watching him closely, not wanting him to take another tumble. ...plus he was rather enjoying Owen's new curves. The slight swell of hips and breasts, where formerly there was just ruler straight flat lines.
Owen managed to not fall down this time, and started gathering scanners and medical equipment. "I'll give my self a quick going over, then I'm going home and getting plastered. Maybe if I drink enough I'll wake up and find this was just a bad dream."
Jack picked Owen up by the waist, and plopped him down on the table. "Be a good girl, and you can have a whatever you want, short of death by alcohol poisoning, when I'm done with your physical."
"I AM NOT A GIRL!"
"...right. Be a good woman and you can have a whatever you want, short of death by alcohol poisoning, when I'm done with your physical."
"I'm a man! A man! Not a girl, not a woman, a fucking man!"
Jack looked down at Owen's heaving chest, watching with great interest. "Whatever you say."
Owen continued to glare, even as Jack started running scanners over him.
"Hmm."
"What?" Owen demanded, trying to grab the scanner away from Jack.
Jack kept it out of his reach, and gave him a cheeky grin. "I'm being a doctor. Making all those nonsense hmm noises while working, just to hear my self speak."
"Next time you die, I'm autopsying you and putting all your organs back wrong."
Jack's grin didn't fade as he continued to examine Owen. "Come on, it isn't so bad. We'll find a way to turn you back, these kind of technologies almost always have a way to reverse them, till then you should have some fun with being a woman."
"Almost always?!" Owen screeched, eyes going wide in horror.
"Owen, Owen!" Jack pulled Owen close making soothing noises. He winced, glancing at a monitor. "It's ok, it's ok. You know we're the best. We'll find a way to turn you back. Calm down, I don't think a heart attack or stroke is gonna help things for you."
Owen took a deep breath, closing his eyes, hands flexing closed and open on the edge of the autopsy table. "Calm. You expect me to be calm?! I'd like to see how fucking calm you'd be in my situation!"
"I freaked out a bit, then went on the pull. Multiple orgasms are the best medicine."
"...you have a lived a very strange life, haven't you Harkness?" Owen said pulling back from Jack a bit, to look up to look him in the eye.
"You could say that." Jack said, keeping up rubbing soothing circles on Owen's back. "Feeling better? Ready for me to finish up and get you home?"
Owen took another breath and eventually nodded.
"Ok, good, good." Jack grabbed another scanner and started to slowly run it over Owen.
Owen watched closely, making sure he knew what he was doing, and didn't accidentally use the singularity scalpel or something and blow up a vital organ.
"Ok, looking good so far, no weird energy signatures, everything looks like a normal, fairly healthy young woman, though you should probably look over the readings later. Alright, clothes off." At the glare Owen gave him, he continued, "You fell down, I want to check for bruises."
"You just want to get me naked." Owen accused, voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
Jack gave him a wide eyed innocent look and pressed a hand to his chest. "Owen I'm shocked, just shocked you think I would ever do such a thing! I'm just concerned for your health! You need...ointment or...something if you're bruised."
Owen snorted a laugh. "I can't believe I'm letting you treat me...christ, have you ever even taken a first aid class?"
Jack gave Owen his best 'Look at me, I'm adorable, don't you just want to shag me?' pout. "My medical skills are fine. I'm over 100 years old, and have spent most of them on battle fields. I've done first aid on more people then you, I bet."
Owen was still snickering. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure. Oh what the hell, you're probably gonna find a way to see me naked anyway. Probably bugged my flat already..." Owen sighed rolling his eyes, as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Jack tried very hard to keep the grin off his face as the soft, pale curve of Owen's small breasts were revealed as one button at a time was opened.
"Jack, if you don't stop drooling on the floor, one of us is going to wind up slipping and getting a concussion."
"Well at least we know your ego wasn't damaged in your fall." Jack said brightly as he moved around to help Owen with his shirt, then winced as he got a look at Owen's back. "Ouch. We really need to put more weight on you. There's nothing between your bones and the floor. Other then your very bruised skin."
Owen tossed the removed shirt onto a nearby chair and twisted a bit to see for himself. "Eh, I've had worse after a night out."
"Kinky. You'll have to tell me all about it some time." Jack told him, as he ran his hands down Owen's back, gently prodding at already starting to darken injuries.
Owen sucked a breath in though his teeth, rolling his shoulder. "It's fine, Jack. Stop fussing. Or groping, whatever it is you're doing."
"Shhh, let me help." Jack said softly, fingers pressing down with more pressure, digging into sore muscles, avoiding the fresh bruises, but seeming to find all the right pressure points.
Owen groaned, head falling forward. "God, Jack. I think I've figured out how to manged to lure everything with a pulse into your bed."
"Only one of my many ways." Jack chuckled in Owen's ear, continuing his impromptu massage. "Don't forget to breathe."
Warm breath blew across Owen's neck, as Jack's fingers found another sore spot, and Owen gasped in a deep breath sharply.
Jack's fingers trailed down Owen's sides, feeling ribs expanding and deflating with Owen's rapid breathing. Owen made a insanely small and delicate woman. His hands could almost wrap all the way around Owen's rib cage.
"Jack, seriously, what are you doing? You know this insane right? We can't do this. Things are different now. Ianto's gonna shoot me! Or worse!" Owen groaned, though he leaned into Jack's touch.
"No he won't. I'll let him watch the CCTV footage. He likes to watch." Jack's hands slid around to cup Owen's breasts, grinning as he felt Owen's heart speeding up under his hand. He lightly stroked the soft breasts under his hands, then pinched the nipples. He sucked on a spot on Owen's neck, scrapping his teeth lightly, then biting down harder.
Owen arched, yelled and shuddered, falling back against Jack panting. "Oh! Oh fucking hell!"
Jack chuckled relishing the way Owen's body shook against his. He loved this. Knowing he could do this to someone else, knowing he could reduce another being into a shivering pile of post orgasmic goo. Loved the feel of hot sweaty skin against his, loved a pounding heart against his own. He pulled away, making Owen whimper, and quickly moved around to the front, and pulled Owen into a kiss.
Owen's hands scrambled blindly at Jack's clothes, pushing his braces down, buttons flying as he gave the shirt a sharp, impatient yank.
Jack made a small noise of protest. "Hey! I liked that shirt..."
"Teaboy'll sew them back on, now hurry the fuck up, and strip! You wear too many layers..." Owen grumbled.
Jack pulled Owen back into a kiss, as he dropped his ruined shirt to the floor, then pulled back long enough to pull off his t-shirt. He then moved onto Owen's jeans, quickly opening them, and nudged Owen to lift his hips, so he could wiggled the jeans over the now wider hips.
"Oooh going commando? Naughty-" Jack grinned at the death glare Owen shot him. "boy." Jack tossed the jeans out of the way, not caring where they landed, and ran a hand up Owen's smooth thigh, suppressing a laugh. Owen's 'Manscaping' habit certainly came in handy at a time like this.
Owen was panting again, pupils dilated, as he licked his lips. His eyes flicked down to Jack's hand and up again, looking more then a little nervous as Jack's hand slowly moved up his leg.
"Shh. Don't worry, I'll make it good." Jack kissed Owen again, and flicked his thumb over Owen's clit.
Owen spasmed, shuddering in Jack's grasp. "Oh my fucking god, Jack!"
"Yeah, not minding being a woman so much right now, are you?" Jack chuckled into Owen's throat.
"Shut the fuck up, and fuck me already Harkness!" Owen ordered, trying to grind closer.
"Don't be so impatient, Owen. This is your first time. This is gonna be good. I'm gonna make you scream." Jack gently pushed Owen back down on the table, pushing his legs apart.
"Oh bloody hell! Of all the times for you to learn self control..."
Jack kissed Owen again, thumb lightly rubbing against Owen's slick opening.
Owen made a frustrated noise against Jack's mouth, pulling back, gasping. "Jack, please!"
"Alright, alright. I'd say keep your panties on, but..." Jack grinned playfully as he quickly pulled off his trousers, and pulled Owen close, lining their bodies up, not pushing in yet, just teasing Owen with the lightest of touches, brushing over sensitive flesh. "Ready for this?"
"Jack! You're killing me here!" Owen wailed, thumping his head back on the table.
"I'll take that as a yes." Jack slowly pushed inside, pausing to catch his breath, and try to think unsexy thoughts to keep from coming on the spot.
"Oh! Fuck, christ, I- fuck!" Owen had lost all ability to speak or think clearly as he writhed under Jack.
Jack started moving, slowly pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting in deeper and deeper with each thrust, setting a torturingly slow pace.
Owen panted harshly, fingers clawing at Jack's shoulders. He squeezed his eyes closed, pleasure rolling over him in waves.
Jack stretched and leaned down kissing Owen deeply, hands trailing over sweat streaked skin, feeling every twitch and tremble, thriving on it. Loving every little reaction that was telling him he was driving Owen completely out of his mind. The tiny gasps, the rapid thudding of Owen's heart, the way his back arched, trying to get more contact, trying to drive him on faster. Jack nipped gently at Owen's lower lip, drawing a low growl, and Owen pulling him into a deeper kiss.
Owen's inner muscles twitched and clenched around him, and sparks danced in front of Jack's eyes. He could feel his own orgasm building and wanted to push Owen over the edge again first. He slipped a hand between their bodies and stroked Owen's clit, as he kissed and sucked his way down Owen's throat. "Come for me, Owen! Come!" He panted into Owen's ear.
Owen, for once in his life, obeyed a order and orgasmed, before collapsing back in utter exhaustion.
Jack grinned in triumph, then lost his battle in holding off and came with a groan. He pulled out and slumped over the table enjoying the afterglow. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers though Owen's short, damp hair, humming in contentment. "So, in a better mood now?"
"Dunno, ask me again when I'm awake." Owen mumbled, barely conscious.
Full consciousness returned to them both when they heard the alarm for the rolling cog door go off.
"Jack? Owen?" Ianto voice rang out though the hub, making Owen wince and slide off the table to try and franticly yank on his clothes.
Jack, on the other hand, didn't look at all bothered. "We're down here, Ianto!"
"Jack!" Owen hissed, jumping up and down while trying to get his jeans back on.
"Relax. I told you, Ianto won't mind." Jack told him grinning and stretching, as he sat up, and hopped off the table.
"Easy for you to say! He's never shot you!" Owen hissed, eyes darting from Jack, to the entrance of the autopsy bay, and back.
"What are you two doing-" Ianto paused at the top of the stairs, tilting his head. "...you two really should try to get over this fetish you have for having sex on the autopsy table. And learn to make less of a mess while you're at it. Coffee?"
Owen froze and slowly blinked up at Ianto in shock.
Jack grinned and kissed Owen, before jogging up the stairs and pulling Ianto into a kiss. "Coffee would be perfect!"
"Watch the suit, sir, you're a mess." Ianto said lightly before looking at Owen with a eyebrow raised in question.
"Uh...no thanks. I'm uh- gonna go grab a shower and go home." Owen edged around Jack and Ianto, clutching his shirt to his chest, looking like he was barely stopping him self from breaking into a run.
Jack shook his head. "You 21st century people...so uptight. He's convinced you're gonna kill him. ...what are you doing here this late anyway?"
Ianto smirked slightly. "Would I do that? It's so much more fun to psychologically torture him endlessly. And I wanted to check up on both of you. Make sure Owen was alright. Did you by any chance, manage to get in any tests before you shagged him senseless?"
"Oh yeah. He's fine. I knew what it was the second I saw the device. A Briloan gender switcher. Sex toy, lots and lots of temporary fun. Only lasts about 12 hours. He'll be back to him self by morning."
"And of course you neglected to mention this to him?"
"...maybe."
Ianto chuckled heading over to the coffee machine. "I'm not helping you when he finds out. I hope the sex was good enough to make up for what he's going to do to you."
Jack's grin was huge and filthy. "Oh it definitely was!" He paused and eyed Ianto, walking up close behind him. "You know...we still have a good few hours before he changes back..." He turned Ianto around and wrapped a hand around his tie pulling him closer. "Feel like having a bit of fun? Maybe if we wear him out enough he'll forgive me."
"I somehow don't think Owen would agree to that."
"Oh I can be very convincing." Jack purred lowly.
"...your coffee would be delayed?"
"I think I'll live." Jack said, using Ianto's tie as a leash as he headed for the showers.
"But will Owen?" Ianto muttered softly under his breath.
The End
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Date: Thursday, December 18th, 2008 10:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Thursday, December 18th, 2008 02:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Monday, December 29th, 2008 01:55 pm (UTC)This happened. Just like this. Jack could not resist being Owen's first time.
Also: "Next time you die, I'm autopsying you and putting all your organs back wrong." And manscaping! So funny.
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Date: Tuesday, December 30th, 2008 08:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, February 6th, 2009 10:19 pm (UTC)any chance of seeing a girl!Owen sandwich as they try and wear Owen out to keep him from killing jack? ::wicked grin:: Even if not, this is WONDERFUL.
And Owen. SO in character. And the line about putting all Jack's organs back in wrong... SO OWEN!
Hot, sexy, funny, sweet!
WONDERFUL FIC!
peace,
the kendermouse
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Date: Saturday, February 7th, 2009 02:46 pm (UTC)I don't currently have any plans for more, but you never know, the porn bunny might bite.
Thanks for reading!
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Date: Saturday, February 7th, 2009 05:27 am (UTC)it worked well without being too het (does that sound as weird as I think it does?)
Jack is such a sneaky bastard, Owen is going to autopsy him before he dies when he finds out.
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Date: Saturday, February 7th, 2009 02:49 pm (UTC)And yes, Jack is a sneaky little bastard! Thanks for reading!
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Date: Saturday, February 7th, 2009 01:37 pm (UTC)Jack's hands slid around to cup Owen's breasts, grinning as he felt Owen's heart speeding up under his hand. He lightly stroked the soft breasts under his hands, then pinched the nipples.
I enjoyed the rest of the story, and definitely Ianto's reaction and Owen's timidness about it all, but that image is just very very sexy. Cold shivering Owen, and Jack's hands cupping his breasts. Oh yeah.
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Date: Saturday, February 7th, 2009 02:52 pm (UTC)Thank you, I'm really thrilled with all the good reactions to this!
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Date: Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009 09:24 am (UTC)...God, I love this show. :)
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Date: Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009 02:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Saturday, September 12th, 2009 02:44 pm (UTC)