Torchwood IMs: Ianto and Jack's IMs
Title: Ianto and Jack's IMs
Chapter: 4
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Author: a_silver_story
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied M/M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Ianto gets back at Jack ... Kind of.
1 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
2 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
3 | Skiving with Captain Andy
4:57 PM
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Hey
MR JONES: Heya.
JACK: You busy?
MR JONES: You're the boss. You decide ;)
JACK: I've decided you're not busy. In fact, you're so un-busy, you're practically bored!
MR JONES: Hmm. You're right. I am bored. Maybe I should go home?
JACK: Woah! Not that bored :P
MR JONES: What do you want?
JACK: Industrial-strength, black, with one of those little Italian biscuits.
MR JONES: ... I meant coffe-wise :P
JACK: Oh.
JACK: I'll hav a sugar-free, fat-free, nut-free, meat-free, allergen-free, coffee-free, dairy-free, caffine-free Blandaccino.
JACK: ... with one of those little Italian biscuits.
MR JONES: Stoopid Jack *pouts*
MR JONES has changed their status to Away
MR JONES has changed their status to Online
JACK: Mmmmm coffee. Welcome back :)
MR JONES: Grab me like that in front of Owen again and I'll shove that hand so far up your own arse you'll have to open your mouth to sign paperwork.
JACK: Don't lie. You enjoyed it!
MR JONES: Owen won't let me hear the end of it for days.
JACK: Oh dear. Looks like your anger will have to be directed at me - since Gwen is so insitant we don't upset the "group dynamic"
MR JONES: Whatever Jack
JACK: You do know how much I love to be on the receiving end of your "anger"
MR JONES: *Angelic Music* I honestly don't know what you mean.
JACK: Muahahahaha!
JACK: I think I want you to come to my office.
MR JONES: Hmmm ... What for?
JACK: A good ol' bangin' against the wall? Or should I send the others home early and think up a safeword?
MR JONES: I could set up a fake UFO sighting over Newport. Guaranteed they'll be gone for a few hours ...
JACK: Won't Tosh know it's fake?
MR JONES: You really don't listen to me when I talk, do you?
MR JONES: Toshiko is still in Llandudno chasing down alien artifacts ... mainly in ice-cream parlours, according to the Torchwood account.
JACK: I vaguely remember a mention of that.
JACK: Set off the alert then :-P#
MR JONES: Done.
JACK: I'll make a show of looking concerned.
JACK: brb
MR JONES: Oooooh loving the Boss voice.
MR JONES: So controlling!
MR JONES: Won't be soon, though.
MR JONES: Do you think I can make you beg again?
MR JONES: Gwen said she reckoned I couldn't did she?
JACK: Back.
JACK: They're both buggering off.
JACK: Hehe I refuse to beg. You caught me off-guard last time :P
MR JONES: What about the time before that?
JACK: I was in a giving mood
MR JONES: Not how I remember it.
MR JONES: "Please, Ianto ... please ... now ... oh god I need it now ... give it to me Ianto! Please ... just do me ... hard and fast again ...!
JACK: Ohhh shut it :P
MR JONES: ... and that was before I'd got out the handcuffs!
JACK: Well, I won't be giving you that satisfaction again!
JACK: My office. NOW.
MR JONES: Hmm. I do believe it's my turn to be in command, soldier.
JACK: *shivers* I love it when you call me soldier ...
MR JONES: I know.
MR JONES: I think Gwen and Owen have properly gone.
JACK: Then what are you waiting for?
MR JONES: Just need to finish some admin.
JACK: How long will you be?
MR JONES: Another couple of hours.
JACK: :O You said you weren't busy!!!
MR JONES: No. You said I wasn't busy.
JACK: You got me all worked up - you even sent the others home - knowing that I'd have to wait hours to have you??
MR JONES: *thinks*
MR JONES: Yep.
JACK: You bastard!
MR JONES: Muahahaha!
JACK: I'm hard.
MR JONES: Aww. Poor love. *pats on head*
JACK: Please, Ianto!
MR JONES: Sorry - what was that?
MR JONES: Were you begging? :P
JACK: No ... I was pleading.
MR JONES: Pity. If you had've been begging, I'd have had to give in to you. Since you're only pleading, however, I'll just have to finsih this lengthy report that you asked me to do instead of throwing you across your desk and pounding you into mañana ...
MR JONES: ... soldier.
JACK: The safeword's lampshade
MR JONES: I don't need a safety word.
JACK: You will in a minute ..
JACK has left the conversation
FIN
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Chapter: 4
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Author: a_silver_story
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied M/M
Disclaimer: If I owned anything in this, I'd be a rich rich rich bitch. However, I am not a rich rich rich bitch so you may all, therefore, assume I own nothing. Which I don't. It all belongs RTD and the BBC, in case any of you didn't know.
Summary: Ianto gets back at Jack ... Kind of.
1 | Ianto and Gwen's IM's
2 | Ianto and Southern Comfort
3 | Skiving with Captain Andy
4:57 PM
JACK has entered the conversation
JACK: Hey
MR JONES: Heya.
JACK: You busy?
MR JONES: You're the boss. You decide ;)
JACK: I've decided you're not busy. In fact, you're so un-busy, you're practically bored!
MR JONES: Hmm. You're right. I am bored. Maybe I should go home?
JACK: Woah! Not that bored :P
MR JONES: What do you want?
JACK: Industrial-strength, black, with one of those little Italian biscuits.
MR JONES: ... I meant coffe-wise :P
JACK: Oh.
JACK: I'll hav a sugar-free, fat-free, nut-free, meat-free, allergen-free, coffee-free, dairy-free, caffine-free Blandaccino.
JACK: ... with one of those little Italian biscuits.
MR JONES: Stoopid Jack *pouts*
MR JONES has changed their status to Away
MR JONES has changed their status to Online
JACK: Mmmmm coffee. Welcome back :)
MR JONES: Grab me like that in front of Owen again and I'll shove that hand so far up your own arse you'll have to open your mouth to sign paperwork.
JACK: Don't lie. You enjoyed it!
MR JONES: Owen won't let me hear the end of it for days.
JACK: Oh dear. Looks like your anger will have to be directed at me - since Gwen is so insitant we don't upset the "group dynamic"
MR JONES: Whatever Jack
JACK: You do know how much I love to be on the receiving end of your "anger"
MR JONES: *Angelic Music* I honestly don't know what you mean.
JACK: Muahahahaha!
JACK: I think I want you to come to my office.
MR JONES: Hmmm ... What for?
JACK: A good ol' bangin' against the wall? Or should I send the others home early and think up a safeword?
MR JONES: I could set up a fake UFO sighting over Newport. Guaranteed they'll be gone for a few hours ...
JACK: Won't Tosh know it's fake?
MR JONES: You really don't listen to me when I talk, do you?
MR JONES: Toshiko is still in Llandudno chasing down alien artifacts ... mainly in ice-cream parlours, according to the Torchwood account.
JACK: I vaguely remember a mention of that.
JACK: Set off the alert then :-P#
MR JONES: Done.
JACK: I'll make a show of looking concerned.
JACK: brb
MR JONES: Oooooh loving the Boss voice.
MR JONES: So controlling!
MR JONES: Won't be soon, though.
MR JONES: Do you think I can make you beg again?
MR JONES: Gwen said she reckoned I couldn't did she?
JACK: Back.
JACK: They're both buggering off.
JACK: Hehe I refuse to beg. You caught me off-guard last time :P
MR JONES: What about the time before that?
JACK: I was in a giving mood
MR JONES: Not how I remember it.
MR JONES: "Please, Ianto ... please ... now ... oh god I need it now ... give it to me Ianto! Please ... just do me ... hard and fast again ...!
JACK: Ohhh shut it :P
MR JONES: ... and that was before I'd got out the handcuffs!
JACK: Well, I won't be giving you that satisfaction again!
JACK: My office. NOW.
MR JONES: Hmm. I do believe it's my turn to be in command, soldier.
JACK: *shivers* I love it when you call me soldier ...
MR JONES: I know.
MR JONES: I think Gwen and Owen have properly gone.
JACK: Then what are you waiting for?
MR JONES: Just need to finish some admin.
JACK: How long will you be?
MR JONES: Another couple of hours.
JACK: :O You said you weren't busy!!!
MR JONES: No. You said I wasn't busy.
JACK: You got me all worked up - you even sent the others home - knowing that I'd have to wait hours to have you??
MR JONES: *thinks*
MR JONES: Yep.
JACK: You bastard!
MR JONES: Muahahaha!
JACK: I'm hard.
MR JONES: Aww. Poor love. *pats on head*
JACK: Please, Ianto!
MR JONES: Sorry - what was that?
MR JONES: Were you begging? :P
JACK: No ... I was pleading.
MR JONES: Pity. If you had've been begging, I'd have had to give in to you. Since you're only pleading, however, I'll just have to finsih this lengthy report that you asked me to do instead of throwing you across your desk and pounding you into mañana ...
MR JONES: ... soldier.
JACK: The safeword's lampshade
MR JONES: I don't need a safety word.
JACK: You will in a minute ..
JACK has left the conversation
FIN
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