Title: Game On
Chapter: Ianto in the Archives
Word Count: 443
Notes: First of a series. Written for day six of mmom using lover100 prompt 004: Writer's Choice - stopwatch. God, does anyone else hate the formatting bugs here right now?

Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russel T Davies, BBC, and affiliates. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.

Pants and trousers bunched around his ankles, Ianto tightened his grip on his cock and groaned.

So close... too soon. Fuck...

He tried to slow down his rapid strokes, closing his eyes as he concentrated on the most unerotic images he could gather with his current limited capacity for clear thought.

Weevils. Weevils having sex. Weevils having sex with Owen – ugh! Hmm. Wonder if Owen fucked Gwen in front of a Weevil? Owen and Gwen having sex... God, that made Tosh miserable. What is it about Owen that Tosh and Gwen find attractive? Tosh and Gwen... Tosh and Gwen having sex... Oh. Oh! Oh, shit!

His head fell back, slamming hard into the filing cabinet behind him, and his free hand convulsively closed around the solid circular object that lay heavy on his sweaty palm, the metal biting into his skin. He didn't feel any of it; lost, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, and come spilled - hot and wet - over his hand before dripping to the floor below.

Ianto opened his eyes and grimaced at the mess on the floor. He lazily lapped at his soiled fingers as he pried open his other hand.

'Four minutes, fifty-one seconds,' he muttered, glaring at the stopwatch. 'Bloody hell, Jones. You're not a teenager anymore. Have some stamina.'

He pulled his trousers up and used some tissues to clean up the come on the floor. His earpiece beeped then Gwen was in his ear, asking him whether he'd thought about lunch yet, and Ianto flushed, recalling his particularly vivid fantasy of earlier of Gwen eating something that definitely wasn't pizza.

'I'll be up in a minute,' he told her hastily then clicked off his comm and picked up a pen. He tore a leaf from the back of his diary and sat down at his desk to scrawl a quick note.

J,

Re: Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch.

Find the CCTV footage of the Archives (between H for horny and I for Ianto) timestamped 12.37pm today.

For the record, my time was four minutes, fifty-one seconds (Shut up. I was still worked up after you caught me in the supply closet and accused me of being uptight because I wouldn't blow you while Tosh was standing outside the door). Your turn now. See if you can last longer. If I can't outlast you, you win... well, whatever you want.

Really. Anything.

I.

PS And yes, I'll burn the CCTV footage to disc before deleting.

Ianto smirked then folded the paper up into a tiny square and placed it on the face of the stopwatch, closing the cover carefully.

Game on, Sir.

TBC.