Cocky

Timeline: Ianto's first day working for Torchwood III.

Warning: This story has sex, smut, and slash and no cuddly bunnies so if you don't like don't read. If you do like, I hope you enjoy. It's my first pure smut fic. Mum would be so proud.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters. Just borrow them occasionally to have a little play. Hope I don't break them.

"Great coffee Ianto," he says and I glow with pleasure, pleasure at his pleasure.

"Anything else sir?"

"What are you offering?" he says and a grin lights up his face.

"I'm at your disposal sir," I say, anything he wants.

"Is that a proposition?" I feel the heat rise in my face. He's being making little comments all day, but this is the most blatant. I'm not sure how to react. I think light-hearted is best.

"That's not what I had in mind when I said I could do anything."

"Didn't you Ianto?" he says and he's not smiling now. "I think that's what you had in mind last night when you were on top of me."

"Don't get cocky sir. I was saving you from the pterodactyl." I keep my tone cool but my cheeks feel hot.

"I wasn't the one being cocky last night," he says and the grin is back.

"I'm not sure what you're saying." But I think I do. I thought I moved away quickly enough. I didn't think he felt me. But it was unexpected. I wasn't prepared for that to happen.

"Not that I'm complaining." And he's up against me. Pushing against me. "See, not the one who's cocky," he says as my body betrays me again.

He smiles against my face and I feel his teeth graze my cheek. And his hand keeps pushing and the tightness coils. I'm breathing heavily, like I've been running, and I want to run. Want to be anywhere but here, and here is where I want to be.

I consider my options, but there's only one. I need this job. I move my hand and I'm not the only one who's cocky.

"I knew you couldn't resist me. Can't believe it's taken you a whole day." Hot breath in my ear. As if I had a choice.

Against my hand, I feel his hardness. Foreign yet familiar. I can do this. I've got one too. I know what to do with it. It's only a penis after all. So I flick open the button and unzip his fly.

"Gunning for a promotion already." he says "And only your first day."

Shut up I think. I can't do this if you keep talking. And although my stomach twists, I kiss him. Full on the mouth. I kiss him and I betray her.

It's easier than I think. Not that different. Actually quite good. He pushes against my crotch in time to the thrusts of his tongue and I feel the zip press into my hardness. I didn't want to, didn't think I would, but I groan into his mouth and push back against him. It's not that difficult after all, and I reach down and free him from his constraints. He even sighs.

I put my hand on it. Grip it like a hammer, but I'm not really sure what to do. It feels hot and big. And this is too big for me and I'm not sure if I can do it. Whatever it involves.

He moves his mouth away from mine and I pine at the loss. "Come on Ianto. It's a bit late to be a tease," he says. He looks a bit annoyed.

"I wasn't," I say and I experimentally squeeze and pull. It feels awkward and rough and I have no rhythm.

"Let me show you." he says, voice soft. He puts his hand over mine and we're rubbing together. Feeling his rough fingers squeezing around mine. Feeling his cock throb back in response. He's looking down watching what we're doing. A little smile on his lips. He moves my palm over his tip and there's wetness. I can almost smell the sea.

And we're rubbing harder and faster and little groans are coming from his mouth. Deep noises. Too deep. Not what I'm used to. And I watch too. Watch his hand over mine. Watch what I'm doing. Watch his face; see how his tongue is poking out of his open mouth, just softly, just a bit. I want to kiss him again, but I don't want to upset this, don't what to stop this. And he's silky and hard, and harder still, and it throbs. I throb in response, but he's not touching me anymore. We're both just focusing on him. Watching that strange growing animal. Watching what we can make it do.

Then he stops my hand and pulls it away. Why?

He pulls his trousers down and slips them off. I find myself looking at his legs. Looking at those muscles. Like I've never seen a man's legs before. I've certainly not felt this way about a man's legs before. Because I'm fascinated with the curve of muscle. I don't know why I want to touch. Feel the course hairs on his thighs.

And I'm so distracted that I don't notice at first that he's taken my hand until I feel the cold. I start at the sensation. Cold gel coating my hand and his, slimy fingers pushing together.

"You're going to like this." he says and turns around leaning one arm against the wall, round buttocks poking out beneath his shirt.

He reaches back and takes my hand. It's shaking. "Steady now." he says and pushes my hand between his downy cheeks.

The urge to pull away is strong and I have to force myself to follow his lead. Feel his fingers guiding mine, feel that wrinkled opening. When he groans I almost scream.

"That's right," he says and he pushes my finger in. His finger and mine into the tight warmth. "Yes Ianto, that's right." he says again. He twitches against my hand and he pushes me in further.

My throat feels tight and I want to pull away. I didn't sign up for this. Then I think of her and I allow him to guide a second finger inside.

I look at our hands. I'm fascinated, disgusted and purely horny. He curls my fingers forwards and moans. "That's the spot," he says thrusting against my fingers "Remember that spot."

Then he pulls me out, pushes his arse towards me and I realise what he wants me to do. "While I'm ready Ianto. Cover yourself with this," he says handing me a tube.

He's only touched me once, an age ago, but I'm so hard that I moan when I set the bird free.

I follow his instructions and he lines me up against him. I'm standing, straining, still. I don't want to do this. I don't want to be this. There must be another way. But he pushes back and I'm not given the choice.

And god it's so hot and so tight and I'm thrilled. I push forward in a rush, release the animal. "Slowly." he says, but I can't and I'm thrusting and pushing, wildly, erratically. He grunts and arches forwards.

"Control Ianto." he says "Remember the spot." He reaches back around my ass and he's guiding me, like he guided my hand on his dick, in his hole. Guiding the child into adulthood.

And it's so good, and so hot, and so tight. I get the rhythm, feel his beat, sing his song, in and out, and out and in. Moaning, groaning, panting. It's so male, so raw, muscles against muscles.

He looks back and grins at me. "Having fun yet? Do you like your special duties? Like the office perks?" And I close my eyes, and close my ears, and pump and thrust.

I'm coiling, unravelling, nearing. Like an oncoming train and it's not going to stop. Rattling down the tracks, relentless, inevitable, inescapable.

But sensation isn't over as he pulls my hand around him and against his dick, rubbing and squeezing in time to the music. I feel him throb and burst and he pulls tight around me. Tighter than I think is possible and I feel myself screaming and shooting, deep inside, hidden. Lights dance in my vision and I pull back and stagger to the floor.

I see my cum leak from his hole, before he turns around and covers those lovely legs with his trousers.

He is grinning and panting, looking at me with those cool blue eyes. He holds out a hand and pulls me to my feet.

"Well done." he says placing me back in my trousers and closing my fly. I'm dazed and bewildered, and calmer than I've been for months.

"We'll do this again," he says and he's cocky and sure, and I know I've got no choice. I'm just not sure anymore if it's because I need the job or him.