FIC: IM Conversation: Jack and Ianto
Name: IM Conversation: Jack and Ianto
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: Jack and Ianto have an IM conversation.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood. I do, however, own the iPaq I am writing this on! Yay for me.
This has no formatting as such, as it was written on my handheld PC. Howver, it is readable and, hopefully, vaguely humourous. Enjoy!
CaptainSex: Ianto.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Sir, I’m working.
CaptainSex: I know. You're so boring when you're working.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: is this important
CaptainSex: Don’t be short with me, Mister Jones.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: we're using IM you cant possiblely know if im being short with you or not
CaptainSex: I know you are because you're dropping your capital letters and punctuation.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: oh
ThatDamnWelshGuy: *Oh.
CaptainSex: That's better!
ThatDamnWelshGuy: I'll try not to be so obvious in future.
CaptainSex: Sigh. Are you still mad about my misuse of the comms?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: no
CaptainSex: It was harmless fun!
ThatDamnWelshGuy: owen was listening in
CaptainSex: You're being short again.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: You should know, by now, that I am not short at all.
CaptainSex: Why, Mister Jones, are you coming on to me?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: If I say 'no' can I finish my work?
CaptainSex: No.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Sighhhh.
CaptainSex: Anyone would think you don’t enjoy our relationship.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: You know I do. Its very satisfying.
CaptainSex: .....
ThatDamnWelshGuy: What?
CaptainSex: Satisfying? Is that it?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: I don’t like in inflate your ego too much.
CaptainSex: You just managed to flatten it.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Oh, sorry.
CaptainSex: You're not going to reinflate it?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Nothing about you needs making bigger, Jack.
CaptainSex: That's better!
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Sigh. I'm not going to get my work done, am I?
CaptainSex: I’m sure the boss will forgive you if you come down here and give him another 50 minute blow job.
WeevilKing: HOLY SHIT! 50 minutes????
ThatDamnWelshGuy: OWEN?! Jack, didn't you make our chat window private?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Jack?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Jack?
WeevilKing: uhh... jack just stared at his computer, jumped up, grabbed his coat and legged it, tea-boy.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: damn
WeevilKing: if you're looking for someone to give a 50 minute blow job to...
ThatDamnWelshGuy: -.-
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Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: Jack and Ianto have an IM conversation.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood. I do, however, own the iPaq I am writing this on! Yay for me.
This has no formatting as such, as it was written on my handheld PC. Howver, it is readable and, hopefully, vaguely humourous. Enjoy!
CaptainSex: Ianto.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Sir, I’m working.
CaptainSex: I know. You're so boring when you're working.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: is this important
CaptainSex: Don’t be short with me, Mister Jones.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: we're using IM you cant possiblely know if im being short with you or not
CaptainSex: I know you are because you're dropping your capital letters and punctuation.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: oh
ThatDamnWelshGuy: *Oh.
CaptainSex: That's better!
ThatDamnWelshGuy: I'll try not to be so obvious in future.
CaptainSex: Sigh. Are you still mad about my misuse of the comms?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: no
CaptainSex: It was harmless fun!
ThatDamnWelshGuy: owen was listening in
CaptainSex: You're being short again.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: You should know, by now, that I am not short at all.
CaptainSex: Why, Mister Jones, are you coming on to me?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: If I say 'no' can I finish my work?
CaptainSex: No.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Sighhhh.
CaptainSex: Anyone would think you don’t enjoy our relationship.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: You know I do. Its very satisfying.
CaptainSex: .....
ThatDamnWelshGuy: What?
CaptainSex: Satisfying? Is that it?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: I don’t like in inflate your ego too much.
CaptainSex: You just managed to flatten it.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Oh, sorry.
CaptainSex: You're not going to reinflate it?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Nothing about you needs making bigger, Jack.
CaptainSex: That's better!
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Sigh. I'm not going to get my work done, am I?
CaptainSex: I’m sure the boss will forgive you if you come down here and give him another 50 minute blow job.
WeevilKing: HOLY SHIT! 50 minutes????
ThatDamnWelshGuy: OWEN?! Jack, didn't you make our chat window private?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Jack?
ThatDamnWelshGuy: Jack?
WeevilKing: uhh... jack just stared at his computer, jumped up, grabbed his coat and legged it, tea-boy.
ThatDamnWelshGuy: damn
WeevilKing: if you're looking for someone to give a 50 minute blow job to...
ThatDamnWelshGuy: -.-
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