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It's time for the weekly free for all. The only limit (besides the rules below, of course) is your imagination.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character / Character, Prompt
bk_forever: (Drool)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever
“Sex pollen? That’s what this is?” Ianto wiped one finger across his cheek then studied his gold-tinged fingertip.

“YES! Why aren’t you being driven out of your mind with lust?”

“Maybe I have more self-control that you do, or maybe it just doesn’t work on twenty-first century physiology.”

“But… but… it has to! I want you! I NEED you! Please, Ianto, I’ve got to have you!”

Ianto sighed. “Well, I suppose if you must. I don’t suppose you have any lube with you?”

“Coat pocket,” Jack gasped. “Hurry!”

The next several hours passed in an admittedly most enjoyable blur, although it was fortunate no one was out walking their dogs, or tending their flocks, or just enjoying a hike in the verdant Welsh countryside. Thankfully, even an audience of some thirty or forty sheep failed to put the two men off their stride, and by the time the effects of the pollen wore off enough that they could think straight, both of them were thoroughly ravaged, and the small bottle of lube was almost empty.

Leaving Jack sprawled naked on the grass beneath a tree, Ianto gathered his clothes and dressed, with his usual efficiency.

A few moments later, eyes still glazed, Jack staggered to his feet and tottered over to his own clothes, picking them up off the ground and shaking them to get rid of any insects since, unlike Ianto, who’d hung his awn attire neatly on the fence, he’d tossed everything aside as he’d stripped. One sock appeared to have vanished completely, and a sheep was munching on Jack’s cotton boxers. He decided against trying to get them back; he didn’t have the energy left to fight for them.

“I still don’t understand why you weren’t affected,” he said, struggling to pull his boot onto his bare foot.

“Who says I wasn’t?” Ianto smirked at his lover. “Like I said earlier, I just have more self-control than you do.”

Gathering up the broken remains of the bottle, and collecting Jack’s coat from the fence, Ianto set off towards the gate, leaving Jack to hop and hobble after him, one boot still only half on. He smiled to himself; Jack really should know by now not to underestimate him.


The End
From: [identity profile] cozy-coffee.livejournal.com
Tell me that is not epic!! I just love how out of control one person is and how in control the other is just makes for such a fanatic pair! Thank you!!!
bk_forever: (Drool)
From: [personal profile] bk_forever
Thank you, I'm so pleased you enjoyed it! Sorry I didn't get explicit, but Ianto was feeling a touch bashful ;)

I couldn't resist having him be all in control while Jack was coming unglued.

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