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Torchwood: Examination 1/1
Title: Examination
Author: james
Pairing: Jack/Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1650
Kink-bingo square: medical play
Summary: PWP. Kink.
Notes: I have no explanation for the set-up of this. If you need one, pretend someone won a bet. Possibly even Tosh. ;-)
~~~
Ianto inhaled, tried to relax, then let out the lungful of air. It wouldn't do to hyperventilate; it wouldn't do to stall. He brought his hands up to his jacket and pulled it off as instructed. Beside him on the walkway, Jack stood, watching. The Hub was quiet but for the hum of computers and machinery; the air was slightly chilly, and Ianto shivered in anticipation. There was a chair for Ianto to lay his clothing as he removed it, as carefully or carelessly as he chose. Carefully would mean standing here all the longer, allowing Jack to observe him as he undressed.
But even if Ianto had wanted to succumb to nerves and do this quickly, he couldn't bear the thought of tossing his clothing down haphazardly. He swallowed and folded each article of clothing neatly and set it on the chair. Jacket, waistcoat, tie, then he forced himself to continue without hesitation. Shirt unbuttoned, folded carefully. Belt. Trousers. Shoes, socks, then underpants.
All placed neatly on the chair until Ianto stood, naked, on the walkway of the Hub with Jack staring at him all the way. Jack nodded, once, not speaking; all Ianto's instructions had already been given.
Strip. Walk down to Autopsy. Lie on the table. Feet in the stirrups.
Now fully naked, Ianto found it easier to relax. He turned towards the stairs and walked down them, aware of Jack following at some distance behind him. The bite of metal on the soles of his feet made Ianto walk carefully, setting his feet down more slowly on the grating than he would have had Jack allowed him even to retain his socks. He shivered again and felt himself reacting -- felt his cock rising ever so slightly. There was no indication from Jack that he'd noticed or cared, if he had.
Ianto preceded Jack down the steps to Autopsy and went directly to the table. He pulled himself onto it at the end, sitting for a moment between the stirrups. Trembling, he pushed himself backwards and lifted his legs, sliding his feet into the stirrups. Jack stood at the bottom of the steps and looked at him.
Jack nodded, a serious expression on his face. "Let's begin."
Ianto looked up at the ceiling. His knees were awkwardly trying to fall inward, feet spread apart and lifted up -- fully exposing him. He swallowed again, shifting his hands to the edge of the table as Owen walked into view. Ianto stared, eyes growing wide, as Owen pulled on a pair of latex gloves.
He walked up to the table between Ianto's legs, stopping just out of reach. Owen looked down, and Ianto saw his arm move and -- he gasped.
"It might be cold," Owen said calmly, and Ianto bit off a curse before it could pass his lips. The cold metal pressed into his arse. Owen pushed it in only a tiny bit then stopped; Ianto couldn't decide if he'd rather stare at the ceiling or at Owen, or at Jack who was still standing by the steps, watching. From his vantage point Jack would have a clear view...of everything Owen was doing.
The metal object was removed, then Owen did something to it, rubbing it -- lube, Ianto realised as it was pressed into his arse again and was pushed more easily -- and further -- in. Ianto held back a gasp, worrying his lip between his teeth before forcing himself to let go before he bit down hard and drew blood.
Owen pushed the object in, pulled it partway back out and -- Ianto whimpered, once, as Owen began slowly working it inside him. Pushing in, moving it slightly around, then pulling it back out before pushing it back in again. Ianto fought to lie still, looking up at the ceiling as Owen worked it inside him deeper and deeper.
"That's about got it," Owen said, and he pulled a stool over and sat down between Ianto's legs. There were fingers on his arsecheeks, pulling and spreading him even further. Whatever it was Owen had put inside him was still there, fully inserted. From the way Owen bent down a bit and peered, Ianto wondered, suddenly, if it were a probe -- hollow tube of stainless steel that allowed the examining doctor to look inside.
Ianto's fingers slipped on the table and he gripped harder. He wanted to call out to Jack, beg him to come closer, to touch him. But Jack just remained where he was, observing the proceedings as if Ianto's cock weren't fully hard, curved up against Ianto's stomach and leaking pre-cum. Ianto concentrated on trying to breathe; he was caught between ignoring and concentrating on the way Owen's hands pressed flat against his arse, pushing and spreading him as though the metal probe weren't enough.
Owen looked over his shoulder and nodded, then the metal object was being pulled free. Ianto gasped, suddenly able to breathe.
"I think we'd better have another look," Owen said to Jack, moving towards a tray of instruments. It had been covered with a cloth when Ianto had come down; he had no idea what was there. This time the feel of slick and hard wasn't quite so cold, though for a brief moment all he could feel was Owen's finger, sliding inside him. Then the device was inserted, and Ianto heard a slight noise -- and felt his arse being stretched.
His back arched and he fought to stay still, hands clinging to the edge of the table as though he'd otherwise fall free. Owen continued to manipulate the device and Ianto felt himself being spread further -- a speculum, he realised, and he looked down to see Jack staring over Owen's shoulder, gaze clearly focused on Ianto's arse. Ianto whimpered again as he realised the expression on Jack's face was still one of serious, business-only; again he wanted to beg Jack to come closer, jerk him off or simply touch him. But Jack only watched as Owen opened the speculum more, the two hard prongs pressing up and down as they threatened to split him completely in two.
Ianto found himself panting hard and tried to relax, but the awkward position and the way Jack and Owen were simply staring at him made it impossible. His cock was screaming for release but Ianto could only gasp again for air.
A hand on his thigh made Ianto look over; Owen was standing, not looking at him -- not looking at his face but still staring at his arse. The speculum was fully inserted, and it felt like he'd been completely spread open. Finally Jack took a step forward, arms crossed in front of his chest as he stared.
He wanted to beg and he tried to move his hips, shifting on the table as if he could get leverage to fuck himself. The hand on his thigh moved to his hip and pushed down briefly, stilling him. Ianto couldn't hold back his whimper and his mouth fell open but he couldn't form the words he needed. Jack and Owen exchanged a look, another serious nod from Jack then Owen released the speculum, retracting the prongs set deep inside. As he pulled it free Ianto gulped air, opening his mouth to beg them but Owen spoke first.
"He's ready," he said, no hint in his tone that they were doing anything other than what Jack had said. Examination.
Before Ianto could voice his need and plead with them to touch him, Jack settled on the stool and Ianto felt Jack's fingers press into his arse. Ianto found himself relaxing instantly -- Jack's touch he knew so well, his body trusted release would come soon. He swallowed and tried to inahle deeply, then suddenly the fingers were joined by another, and Jack was moving his hand steadily back and forth. Owen remained at his side, one hand on Ianto's hip then he took a step forward and as Owen's fingers slid in beside Jack's, Ianto finally let out a cry.
As two fingers slid in, two more slid out and Ianto could barely lie still. No longer able to remain silent, he moaned and cried out every time a finger slid in deep; another finger was added, then another, and both men were fucking him with three fingers each and Ianto felt like his own fingers would break from the grip he had on the table.
"Now." Jack's voice, soft and controlled, and then both sets of fingers were sliding inside him, spreading him open and knuckles brushing past his abused arsehole until Ianto felt like he could only scream, and lie there, legs opened wide as they invaded him.
He felt something more -- a thumb, and something pushing, and his eyes closed and he shouted, feeling himself pressed wider still and his cock, still untouched, seemed to pulse as his orgasm swelled up, slamming into him as someone pushed further inside him, pushing until Ianto wondered just how much, how many fingers -- a hand.
Ianto shouted, coming long and hard and feeling as though every muscle in his body was wringing itself out, orgasm slamming into him as he lay still, forced open and awkward and unable to move other than to shout, again, until his voice felt raw and his vision dimmed to black.
Panting, Ianto slowly came back to himself. Exhausted and sweating, he pried his eyes open -- and realised that Jack still had his hand inside him.
Ianto looked at him, blinking against the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His hips ached and his arse was sore, stretched wide and Jack was still there, inside him. Owen had stepped aside, his hand still on Ianto's hip but the other clearly at his side. Ianto met Jack's gaze and Jack -- grinned.
"Round two," he whispered, and Ianto felt his cock twitch.
the end
Author: james
Pairing: Jack/Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1650
Kink-bingo square: medical play
Summary: PWP. Kink.
Notes: I have no explanation for the set-up of this. If you need one, pretend someone won a bet. Possibly even Tosh. ;-)
~~~
Ianto inhaled, tried to relax, then let out the lungful of air. It wouldn't do to hyperventilate; it wouldn't do to stall. He brought his hands up to his jacket and pulled it off as instructed. Beside him on the walkway, Jack stood, watching. The Hub was quiet but for the hum of computers and machinery; the air was slightly chilly, and Ianto shivered in anticipation. There was a chair for Ianto to lay his clothing as he removed it, as carefully or carelessly as he chose. Carefully would mean standing here all the longer, allowing Jack to observe him as he undressed.
But even if Ianto had wanted to succumb to nerves and do this quickly, he couldn't bear the thought of tossing his clothing down haphazardly. He swallowed and folded each article of clothing neatly and set it on the chair. Jacket, waistcoat, tie, then he forced himself to continue without hesitation. Shirt unbuttoned, folded carefully. Belt. Trousers. Shoes, socks, then underpants.
All placed neatly on the chair until Ianto stood, naked, on the walkway of the Hub with Jack staring at him all the way. Jack nodded, once, not speaking; all Ianto's instructions had already been given.
Strip. Walk down to Autopsy. Lie on the table. Feet in the stirrups.
Now fully naked, Ianto found it easier to relax. He turned towards the stairs and walked down them, aware of Jack following at some distance behind him. The bite of metal on the soles of his feet made Ianto walk carefully, setting his feet down more slowly on the grating than he would have had Jack allowed him even to retain his socks. He shivered again and felt himself reacting -- felt his cock rising ever so slightly. There was no indication from Jack that he'd noticed or cared, if he had.
Ianto preceded Jack down the steps to Autopsy and went directly to the table. He pulled himself onto it at the end, sitting for a moment between the stirrups. Trembling, he pushed himself backwards and lifted his legs, sliding his feet into the stirrups. Jack stood at the bottom of the steps and looked at him.
Jack nodded, a serious expression on his face. "Let's begin."
Ianto looked up at the ceiling. His knees were awkwardly trying to fall inward, feet spread apart and lifted up -- fully exposing him. He swallowed again, shifting his hands to the edge of the table as Owen walked into view. Ianto stared, eyes growing wide, as Owen pulled on a pair of latex gloves.
He walked up to the table between Ianto's legs, stopping just out of reach. Owen looked down, and Ianto saw his arm move and -- he gasped.
"It might be cold," Owen said calmly, and Ianto bit off a curse before it could pass his lips. The cold metal pressed into his arse. Owen pushed it in only a tiny bit then stopped; Ianto couldn't decide if he'd rather stare at the ceiling or at Owen, or at Jack who was still standing by the steps, watching. From his vantage point Jack would have a clear view...of everything Owen was doing.
The metal object was removed, then Owen did something to it, rubbing it -- lube, Ianto realised as it was pressed into his arse again and was pushed more easily -- and further -- in. Ianto held back a gasp, worrying his lip between his teeth before forcing himself to let go before he bit down hard and drew blood.
Owen pushed the object in, pulled it partway back out and -- Ianto whimpered, once, as Owen began slowly working it inside him. Pushing in, moving it slightly around, then pulling it back out before pushing it back in again. Ianto fought to lie still, looking up at the ceiling as Owen worked it inside him deeper and deeper.
"That's about got it," Owen said, and he pulled a stool over and sat down between Ianto's legs. There were fingers on his arsecheeks, pulling and spreading him even further. Whatever it was Owen had put inside him was still there, fully inserted. From the way Owen bent down a bit and peered, Ianto wondered, suddenly, if it were a probe -- hollow tube of stainless steel that allowed the examining doctor to look inside.
Ianto's fingers slipped on the table and he gripped harder. He wanted to call out to Jack, beg him to come closer, to touch him. But Jack just remained where he was, observing the proceedings as if Ianto's cock weren't fully hard, curved up against Ianto's stomach and leaking pre-cum. Ianto concentrated on trying to breathe; he was caught between ignoring and concentrating on the way Owen's hands pressed flat against his arse, pushing and spreading him as though the metal probe weren't enough.
Owen looked over his shoulder and nodded, then the metal object was being pulled free. Ianto gasped, suddenly able to breathe.
"I think we'd better have another look," Owen said to Jack, moving towards a tray of instruments. It had been covered with a cloth when Ianto had come down; he had no idea what was there. This time the feel of slick and hard wasn't quite so cold, though for a brief moment all he could feel was Owen's finger, sliding inside him. Then the device was inserted, and Ianto heard a slight noise -- and felt his arse being stretched.
His back arched and he fought to stay still, hands clinging to the edge of the table as though he'd otherwise fall free. Owen continued to manipulate the device and Ianto felt himself being spread further -- a speculum, he realised, and he looked down to see Jack staring over Owen's shoulder, gaze clearly focused on Ianto's arse. Ianto whimpered again as he realised the expression on Jack's face was still one of serious, business-only; again he wanted to beg Jack to come closer, jerk him off or simply touch him. But Jack only watched as Owen opened the speculum more, the two hard prongs pressing up and down as they threatened to split him completely in two.
Ianto found himself panting hard and tried to relax, but the awkward position and the way Jack and Owen were simply staring at him made it impossible. His cock was screaming for release but Ianto could only gasp again for air.
A hand on his thigh made Ianto look over; Owen was standing, not looking at him -- not looking at his face but still staring at his arse. The speculum was fully inserted, and it felt like he'd been completely spread open. Finally Jack took a step forward, arms crossed in front of his chest as he stared.
He wanted to beg and he tried to move his hips, shifting on the table as if he could get leverage to fuck himself. The hand on his thigh moved to his hip and pushed down briefly, stilling him. Ianto couldn't hold back his whimper and his mouth fell open but he couldn't form the words he needed. Jack and Owen exchanged a look, another serious nod from Jack then Owen released the speculum, retracting the prongs set deep inside. As he pulled it free Ianto gulped air, opening his mouth to beg them but Owen spoke first.
"He's ready," he said, no hint in his tone that they were doing anything other than what Jack had said. Examination.
Before Ianto could voice his need and plead with them to touch him, Jack settled on the stool and Ianto felt Jack's fingers press into his arse. Ianto found himself relaxing instantly -- Jack's touch he knew so well, his body trusted release would come soon. He swallowed and tried to inahle deeply, then suddenly the fingers were joined by another, and Jack was moving his hand steadily back and forth. Owen remained at his side, one hand on Ianto's hip then he took a step forward and as Owen's fingers slid in beside Jack's, Ianto finally let out a cry.
As two fingers slid in, two more slid out and Ianto could barely lie still. No longer able to remain silent, he moaned and cried out every time a finger slid in deep; another finger was added, then another, and both men were fucking him with three fingers each and Ianto felt like his own fingers would break from the grip he had on the table.
"Now." Jack's voice, soft and controlled, and then both sets of fingers were sliding inside him, spreading him open and knuckles brushing past his abused arsehole until Ianto felt like he could only scream, and lie there, legs opened wide as they invaded him.
He felt something more -- a thumb, and something pushing, and his eyes closed and he shouted, feeling himself pressed wider still and his cock, still untouched, seemed to pulse as his orgasm swelled up, slamming into him as someone pushed further inside him, pushing until Ianto wondered just how much, how many fingers -- a hand.
Ianto shouted, coming long and hard and feeling as though every muscle in his body was wringing itself out, orgasm slamming into him as he lay still, forced open and awkward and unable to move other than to shout, again, until his voice felt raw and his vision dimmed to black.
Panting, Ianto slowly came back to himself. Exhausted and sweating, he pried his eyes open -- and realised that Jack still had his hand inside him.
Ianto looked at him, blinking against the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His hips ached and his arse was sore, stretched wide and Jack was still there, inside him. Owen had stepped aside, his hand still on Ianto's hip but the other clearly at his side. Ianto met Jack's gaze and Jack -- grinned.
"Round two," he whispered, and Ianto felt his cock twitch.
the end