Oneshot: Measuring Up
May. 6th, 2011 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
galadriel1010What is it about ffrants that leads me to write cracky porn? Wrote this a few days ago for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heddychaa, then came home and sort of forgot about it.
It's measuring tape porn, stemming from this entry
PWP, Jack/Ianto, the usual
Jack’s chest heaved with his heavy breathing, and he craned his neck to be able to watch Ianto handling his cock with care. It was wet from Ianto’s mouth, erect and proud, and Jack felt sure that he was mere seconds away from coming if Ianto kept looking at it like that. He tugged on the tie around his wrists and groaned when it gave no more than it had the last time he tried that. “Ianto, if you don’t do something…”
“I’m thinking,” Ianto told him, squeezing tighter and leaning to the side to reach for something with his other hand. “We have an argument to settle.”
Jack couldn’t remember any arguments they’d ever had, nor how they met, how they got here or what his name was, and he couldn’t quite understand why they were important. Still, if Ianto kept squeezing like that… “Argument?”
Ianto chuckled and held up a flexible tape measure. “Argument.” He bent down again and Jack had to strain to see him wrap it around the base of his cock. “Interesing.” Smiling thoughtfully, Ianto released the tape measure and reached across the bed for something else, then released Jack’s cock completely and knelt up, leaning over Jack’s torso and bringing the tip of a biro to tough the smooth expanse of his stomach. “Don’t move,” he warned. “I don’t want to have to do this more times than I have to.”
He didn’t really want to care what Ianto was doing, but his interest had been piqued in more than one way. “What are you doing down there?”
“Geometry,” Ianto answered, sparing him a glare before focusing on his chest again. The pen started moving slowly, creating a momentary sharp pain followed by a dull throb that added to the rest of the sensations coursing through his body. “Calculating the volume of a cylinder, if you hadn’t already guessed.”
That took a couple of minutes to make sense, and even then it didn’t much. “You’re calculating the volume of my dick?”
“Like I said,” Ianto sighed, not stopping in the short movements of his pen across Jack’s stomach. “We have an argument to settle, and volume is the best measure.”
Jack was fairly sure that Ianto had gone mad, but as Ianto had tied him to the headboard quite securely he decided not to point this out. Instead, he waited until Ianto had sat back on his heels to ask, “And what’s the conclusion?”
Ianto rolled his eyes fondly and patted Jack’s thigh. “I need more data points. Good job I have plenty of space for calculations, really. Don’t move for a while, I forgot to bring my calculator.”
As had left the room, Jack felt justified in whimpering at the ceiling. It was going to be a long night.
heddychaa, then came home and sort of forgot about it.It's measuring tape porn, stemming from this entry
PWP, Jack/Ianto, the usual
Jack’s chest heaved with his heavy breathing, and he craned his neck to be able to watch Ianto handling his cock with care. It was wet from Ianto’s mouth, erect and proud, and Jack felt sure that he was mere seconds away from coming if Ianto kept looking at it like that. He tugged on the tie around his wrists and groaned when it gave no more than it had the last time he tried that. “Ianto, if you don’t do something…”
“I’m thinking,” Ianto told him, squeezing tighter and leaning to the side to reach for something with his other hand. “We have an argument to settle.”
Jack couldn’t remember any arguments they’d ever had, nor how they met, how they got here or what his name was, and he couldn’t quite understand why they were important. Still, if Ianto kept squeezing like that… “Argument?”
Ianto chuckled and held up a flexible tape measure. “Argument.” He bent down again and Jack had to strain to see him wrap it around the base of his cock. “Interesing.” Smiling thoughtfully, Ianto released the tape measure and reached across the bed for something else, then released Jack’s cock completely and knelt up, leaning over Jack’s torso and bringing the tip of a biro to tough the smooth expanse of his stomach. “Don’t move,” he warned. “I don’t want to have to do this more times than I have to.”
He didn’t really want to care what Ianto was doing, but his interest had been piqued in more than one way. “What are you doing down there?”
“Geometry,” Ianto answered, sparing him a glare before focusing on his chest again. The pen started moving slowly, creating a momentary sharp pain followed by a dull throb that added to the rest of the sensations coursing through his body. “Calculating the volume of a cylinder, if you hadn’t already guessed.”
That took a couple of minutes to make sense, and even then it didn’t much. “You’re calculating the volume of my dick?”
“Like I said,” Ianto sighed, not stopping in the short movements of his pen across Jack’s stomach. “We have an argument to settle, and volume is the best measure.”
Jack was fairly sure that Ianto had gone mad, but as Ianto had tied him to the headboard quite securely he decided not to point this out. Instead, he waited until Ianto had sat back on his heels to ask, “And what’s the conclusion?”
Ianto rolled his eyes fondly and patted Jack’s thigh. “I need more data points. Good job I have plenty of space for calculations, really. Don’t move for a while, I forgot to bring my calculator.”
As had left the room, Jack felt justified in whimpering at the ceiling. It was going to be a long night.
