Set2Music: # 39 (I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh)
Title: I love the way you laugh
Prompt: # 39 (I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh)
Pairing: Torchwood- Jack and Ianto
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 406
Summary: Tending the injured.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There had been chopsticks and a fork on the desk, abandoned from some meal Owen never got the chance to really start. Jack had sat on them, in the midst of a very enthusiastic argument with him, making a face briefly, but unwilling to stand again and lose ground.
Ianto thought it was hysterical. “No, no, sir, explain again, how you bruised your arse on utensils.”
“I sat on them, Ianto.” Jack said grumpily, twisting his head to try to peer at his own ass.
“You’re really not heavy enough to have done this just by sitting.” Ianto said, crouching behind him to inspect the damage. Because like hell Jack was going to tell Owen.
“I sat heavily.” Jack said with a sigh. “It’s just bruising?”
“Some light puncturing. Splint-“ Snicker. “Splinter.” Some part of Jack was very offended that a man who was facing his naked ass could only laugh.
“Could you take it out.” He huffed, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Because if the trousers were coming off, so were the rest. Nothing looked more ridiculous than a man in socks and shirt with his cock hanging out.
“That has to be the first time you’ve ever told someone to take something out of your ass.” Ianto murmured, picking tweezers out of the tiny first aid kit beside him.
Jack turned his head to gape at Ianto, teasing “Ianto Jones. You kissed your mother with that mouth?”
“Not recently,” Ianto answered, plucking the splinter out neatly.
“Ow.” Jack said, pointedly and without any pain in his tone.
Ianto snorted dismissively, cleaning the small puncture wounds smoothly before slapping a plaster over the mark..
“You know, since you’re down there,” Jack began suggestively, turning his head to smirk at Ianto.
“Since I’m down here, sir?” Ianto asked, eyebrow raised. Daring him.
“Do you think I should maybe get a tattoo?” Jack said because he tried not to taunt anyone that close to things he held precious.
“Property of Torchwood?” he questioned, standing and passing Jack his trousers.
“Too long.” Jack dismissed immediately. “My ass isn’t that big.”
Ianto started tidying up silently.
“Ianto. My ass is not that big.” Jack said firmly, arms crossed over his bare chest, braces dangling.
“Whatever you say, sir.” Ianto said innocently, heading out the door as Jack craned his neck, trying to see his ass again.
Ianto waited until he’d closed the door to grin. Too easy.
Prompt: # 39 (I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh)
Pairing: Torchwood- Jack and Ianto
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 406
Summary: Tending the injured.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There had been chopsticks and a fork on the desk, abandoned from some meal Owen never got the chance to really start. Jack had sat on them, in the midst of a very enthusiastic argument with him, making a face briefly, but unwilling to stand again and lose ground.
Ianto thought it was hysterical. “No, no, sir, explain again, how you bruised your arse on utensils.”
“I sat on them, Ianto.” Jack said grumpily, twisting his head to try to peer at his own ass.
“You’re really not heavy enough to have done this just by sitting.” Ianto said, crouching behind him to inspect the damage. Because like hell Jack was going to tell Owen.
“I sat heavily.” Jack said with a sigh. “It’s just bruising?”
“Some light puncturing. Splint-“ Snicker. “Splinter.” Some part of Jack was very offended that a man who was facing his naked ass could only laugh.
“Could you take it out.” He huffed, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Because if the trousers were coming off, so were the rest. Nothing looked more ridiculous than a man in socks and shirt with his cock hanging out.
“That has to be the first time you’ve ever told someone to take something out of your ass.” Ianto murmured, picking tweezers out of the tiny first aid kit beside him.
Jack turned his head to gape at Ianto, teasing “Ianto Jones. You kissed your mother with that mouth?”
“Not recently,” Ianto answered, plucking the splinter out neatly.
“Ow.” Jack said, pointedly and without any pain in his tone.
Ianto snorted dismissively, cleaning the small puncture wounds smoothly before slapping a plaster over the mark..
“You know, since you’re down there,” Jack began suggestively, turning his head to smirk at Ianto.
“Since I’m down here, sir?” Ianto asked, eyebrow raised. Daring him.
“Do you think I should maybe get a tattoo?” Jack said because he tried not to taunt anyone that close to things he held precious.
“Property of Torchwood?” he questioned, standing and passing Jack his trousers.
“Too long.” Jack dismissed immediately. “My ass isn’t that big.”
Ianto started tidying up silently.
“Ianto. My ass is not that big.” Jack said firmly, arms crossed over his bare chest, braces dangling.
“Whatever you say, sir.” Ianto said innocently, heading out the door as Jack craned his neck, trying to see his ass again.
Ianto waited until he’d closed the door to grin. Too easy.