Poem: "Temporary"

[loveslashangst]

Story: Temporary
Author: The this-one-wouldn’t-leave-me-alone loveslashangst
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness/ Dr. Owen Harper, Ianto Jones (implied)
Rated: Adult for slash, canon bisexuality, language, and both explicit and implicit sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys (and girls), though if they saw what I write, they might wish I did.
Spoilers: Pre –S1. This is a prequel fic.
Summary: Owen and Jack’s relationship is often complex.

Okay, so here's the dealio...

More about various and sundry events in my life with the 17 pages of smut that constitute chapter 37 of Faithful. (We’ve got one more quick revision, then that’ll be up too.) In the meantime, this is for O, who reminded me of the deliciously violent UST between Owen and Jack. It’s a dysfunctionally functional relationship, and I wanted to play a little. This isn’t my usual smut, but I thought it’d be fun to play a little with a pairing (and a format) I’ve never explored.

On with the show...



you come to me after work
your offer is sudden
though
i knew (hoped) it was coming
i’ve always said “no”
but you ask again
in a low tone
sweet
and thick-voiced
a soft suggestion that
wends its way
to my groin
I resist because you ask everyone
sooner or later it always
comes to this with you
i’ve never heard of one who could refuse you forever
Arrogant prick

i lash out with words
determined to wipe that film idol grin
off your handsome face
but you’re patient
so goddamn sure of yourself
you’re quiet until my bluster dies down
A last barrage
of epithets
and insults
my armour
you know me too well
you outwait me
(you outwait everyone)
you hide beneath that too-perfect mask
you play stupid
i thought you were stupid
i was wrong
you will outlast us all
we’re all
temporary

you ask
you offer
i say “yes”
sullenly

then you remind me that
i’ll get to be on top
my dick
your mouth
you’ll be on your knees
(where I want you)

it’s fan-bloody-tastic
better than I’d (fantasized) anticipated
i move with you
moan (like the slut I am)
fuck into that willing heat

your hands are strong
cupping
squeezing
you’re the best I’ve had
and in a moment of weakness
i tell you so

you chuckle (you would)
a finger invades
breaches
and touches…
i come like a deranged man
(i am a deranged man)
you offer
i say “yes”
soon you’re on top
where I want you
where I’ve always wanted you
moving within me
inside me
oh god this shouldn’t be…

i will never admit this
this never happened
i fight you even as I submit to you
always have to take the piss out of you
it’s why you love me

i lose myself
i let you in
i want you
i need you
(i love you)
it’s perfect
you’re perfect
(we’re perfect)

i let you in
again
i say “yes”
again
i scream “yes”
again
again
again

we fuck like enemies who love
like lovers who hate
and it’s perfect
with you, I’m perfect
so much better than I thought I could be
i idolize you even more than I have
before

but then one morning…

he’s pretty
eager to please
younger than I am
snappy-dresser
soft-spoken
broad shoulders and a meek disposition that will only
inflame
your vanity
(and your lust)

“Owen, this is Ianto Jones.”

(don’t worry;
he’s only temporary.)