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- fandom: torchwood,
- fanfiction,
- kink: biting,
- kink: blow job,
- kink: cuddling,
- kink: dirty talk,
- kink: double penetration,
- kink: first time,
- kink: front to back,
- kink: front to front,
- kink: frottage,
- kink: hair,
- kink: licking,
- kink: maths,
- kink: penetration,
- kink: pwp,
- kink: rimming,
- kink: rough play,
- kink: roughness,
- kink: threesome,
- pairing: jack/ianto,
- pairing: jack/john/ianto,
- rating: nc-17,
- wordcount: less than 10k
John Joins In
Pairing: Jack/John/Ianto
Word Count: 6,670
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ianto wants a threesome with John, Jack agrees. Post Series 2, PWP.
Warnings: DP, threesome (duh), rimming, rough!play, frottage
A/N: My explanation: I just wanted to DP Ianto. I...I'm sorry. I'm a bad person. *Hangs head*. Also, reference to A Night with Jack's Webley, but you don't have to read it beforehand.
As Ianto collapsed on top of Jack, heartbeat and breathing returning to normal, he felt Jack sliding shaky hands over his sweat-slicked back. Ianto groaned, turning his head to plant lazy kisses on Jack’s chest. “I guess I should…wear the pink pants…more often?”
One of Jack’s hands left his back to settle on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I might have ruined them…” Jack mumbled sheepishly, glancing around the bed for the orgasm-inducing article. Ianto rolled off Jack and propped himself up on his pillows, watching Jack search.
“You know…Jack…”
“Hm?” Jack was lifting up blankets and comforters now.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do…”
Immediately Jack was crawling into Ianto’s lap, eyes eager. Ever since his gunplay suggestion, Ianto had become increasingly bold with his requests in bed. And Jack hadn’t voiced disapproval for a single one yet.
“I was thinking…we might try…a threesome. Only if you want to!” Ianto hurried to reassure Jack as an unreadable expression flitted across his face.
“With Gwen?”
Ianto shoved at Jack irritably. “Jack, behave. Besides, Rhys would kill us.”
Jack pushed Ianto backwards onto the pillows and nuzzled at his neck. “Well then we can have him join in. We could have an orgy.”
Turning his head and breathing deep, Ianto nuzzled at Jack’s hair. “Well, I was thinking more along the lines of a male partner.”
Sucking languidly on a point just below his ear, Jack hummed. “Well we can go to the pubs, see if there’s anyone we both like…”
Ah, well. Here was the difficult part. “Actually…I had someone in mind.”
Abruptly Jack stopped his movements and pulled back. He didn’t look overly pleased. “Jack, it’s not…nothing to…”
“Who is he?”
Ianto hauled himself more upright on his elbows. “Jack. I haven’t been sleeping around.” Ianto tried to look Jack in the eyes but he was busy acting like a twat and throwing himself off the bed. Sighing, Ianto left the blankets warmed by their sex and followed Jack into his kitchen.
“Jack. You’re acting ridiculous. When have I ever complained about your flirting?”
Jack didn’t respond. Then again, half his body was inside the fridge, scrambling for goodness knows what, so he might not have heard Ianto.
“Jack…” Ianto ran a hand through his hair and decided to just come out and say it. Hands on his hips (brave posture made slightly less stalwart by his nudity), Ianto said “It’s John. John Hart. He’s local right now.”
Jack started abruptly inside the fridge, bumping his head on a shelf above his head. He cursed loudly, condiments spilling down onto him as the shelf tilted and pitched over inside the fridge. Ianto rushed over to Jack, who was extracting himself angrily from the mess. For a split second Ianto hesitated between comforting Jack and cleaning up the fridge, before he shut the fridge door and pushed Jack into a chair. Grabbing a towel from the sink, Ianto wrapped ice inside it and went over to Jack, gently pressing it against the back of his head.
“Just forget about it, Jack. I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind, but it’s alright.”
Suddenly Jack’s hands gripped the sides of Ianto’s face and pulled him in for a searing kiss. For a second Ianto had to concentrate and remember that he was holding a bag of ice on Jack’s bruised skull, so that he didn’t drop it as he allowed Jack to kiss him viciously. Pulling away from the kiss just as quickly as he had started it, Jack looked Ianto in the eyes. “We have to be careful. I don’t trust him.”
Ianto’s heart sped up as he realized Jack was agreeing. “You…really? You’ll do it?”
For a moment Jack hesitated, and Ianto worried that he would change his mind. Then Jack was smiling tightly, thumb stroking over his cheekbone. “Back when I was a Time Agent we were constantly in each other’s beds.” Jack shrugged. “Should have figured you’d have the same taste as me.”
Swiftly Ianto pressed forward and captured Jack’s lips. Jack pushed him away after a moment. “But there are rules. Rule number one: I make sure he doesn’t have his paralytic lip-gloss. Rule number two: I’m the one who contacts him, sees if he’s interested.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “Is there really much doubt?”
**
Jack checked his watch for the fourth time. Ianto was really rubbing off on him. Sighing, he pulled his coat tighter around himself against the cold. Another thirty minutes later (fifty minutes late total. Damn it, Ianto.), and the door to the roof slammed open behind him. Turning on his heel, Jack faced down John Hart.
“Surprised you’d ask to meet me on a roof again, after what happened last time.” John swaggered over. “Then again, you can’t die, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”
Face to face, John reached up to pull Jack in for a kiss. Jack leaned away. “Time was, we’d be shagging already. You’re no fun anymore.”
Jack pressed his lips together. This was going to be harder than he thought. But he was doing it for Ianto. “Ianto wants a threesome. With you.”
The shock that flashed across John’s face was almost worth all of Jack’s previous discomfort. But then he gathered himself, arching an eyebrow cool and calm as always. “What, he grow tired of you? Need something to spice up the bedroom?” John took a step closer, pressing his lips centimeters from Jack’s. “Or did you suggest it? Just trying to find a way to get me back in your bed?”
“It’s Ianto’s idea.” Jack pressed a hand against John’s chest and pushed him steadily away. “He’s got a filthy mind beneath those suits.”
John raised an eyebrow and dragged a tongue over his teeth. A small thrill of arousal went through Jack before he could quell it. “I bet he does. Has he tried asking you to use your gun in bed, yet?” The expression that flitted across Jack’s face was all the response John needed. “Did he tell you he wanted it because of me?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.” Now it was Jack’s turn to lean into John. “And I told him who taught me.” Jack grinned harshly. “See, John. Me and him, we’re fine. We’re happy. And nothing you can say is going to change that. So stop trying.”
Carefully, John considered his fingernails. “So you’re suggesting I join in on the fun while the offer’s there?”
Jack shrugged, affecting nonchalance. “Take it or leave it, doesn’t make a difference to us. We could just go pick up some guy in a bar to satisfying Ianto’s curiosity. I’m just asking you because Ianto thought you were hot.”
For a moment, John considered. Jack knew he had already won: far be it from John to turn down sex, especially sex with Jack. Especially sex with Jack and his incredibly sexy eye-candy. “Alright, fine. So do I get to see your bed?”
“We’re doing this in a hotel. My bed’s too small…” Jack hesitated.
“And you don’t want me to see eye-candy’s house. Right.” John rolled his eyes. “Don’t know why you don’t trust me. Well,” John reconsidered, “I do. But it still hurts.”
Jack pushed past John, ignoring his grin. “So what, you’re just leaving me here? When are going to do this?”
“I’ll send you the day and place over the Vortex Manipulator. I have to talk to Ianto.”
As Jack pushed through the rooftop door, he heard John shout out behind him “Make sure you give him the do’s and don’ts!”
**
Jack adjusted Ianto’s overnight bag on his shoulder. It baffled him that one man could need so much stuff for just a night. A night that would be spent, for the most part, not even in clothes. Reaching the desk, Jack tossed the bag on the ground, ignoring the pointed look Ianto gave him. “Suite? Under the name Harkness?”
“Jack.” Turning his attention from the pretty receptionist, Jack turned to follow Ianto’s gaze. In the corner of the lobby, sitting there like he owned the place, was John.
“I’ll deal with him. Finish checking in.” Absently, Jack ran a hand over Ianto’s before striding over to John.
“Oo, look at the happy couple. Do I get a room key?”
“Here,” Ianto appeared over Jack’s shoulder and was handing John a key. “I got three.”
Jack felt a completely irrational surge of pride for his Ianto, and impulsively he reached out and took his hand. John raised an eyebrow, but opted to slap the key against his palm instead of respond. “Alright then, what’s the room number? Come along, I’m a busy man.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Many other engagements lined up, have you?” He checked the key holder. “Room 343.” Ianto raised his eyebrows. “Huh. Our room number is even appropriate…”
Jack and John shared a glance. “What?” Jack looked over Ianto’s shoulder at the room number.
“Well, because 343 is a cube, specifically seven cubed. So it’s seven times seven times seven…” Ianto broke off, blushing.
John looked at Jack and smirked. “Managed to land yourself a real nerd here, haven’t you?”
Arching an eyebrow, Jack pulled Ianto in for a sloppy kiss, filled with wet tongues and lips, maintaining eye contact with John. John pouted. “Alright, alright. I get your point. Come along, now. Unless you want to get started right here in the hotel lobby…” John made as if to shuck off his jacket.
“Come on.” Jack growled, finally breaking away from Ianto to grab at John’s wrist. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw John lean behind him to talk to Ianto.
“So, Jack tells me you saw something you liked?”
On his left, Ianto shot back, “Thought you had a pretty mouth.” John laughed uproariously.
“Oh, you’re going to be fun to top.”
Jack reached the door and shoved it open, dragging the other two men in after him.
“What do you mean? You think you’re going to top?”
Jack sighed and slammed the door.
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Yeah, key to threesome fic writing: making sure the reader knows whose what is where :P Glad I pulled it off successfully!