Grapes - fic
Title: Grapes
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Warning: Innuendo only
Jack could move silently when he wanted to. As he stood leaning against the doorframe he was certain that Ianto hadn’t seen or heard him.
The young Welshman was sitting on the big leather sofa, shoes off, and sock clad feet up on the coffee table. He was reading a computer magazine of Tosh’s; that didn’t surprise Jack, he knew that Ianto was almost as good with computers as Tosh, he just hid his abilities very well.
Ianto laid the magazine on his lap, and moved his hand down, into a bowl lying next to him.
Jack watched, as long, slim, pale fingers, moved ghosting over the contents of the bowl. A pale green grape was picked from the bowl and brought slowly up to warm pink lips. Mouth opened, and the grape was carefully placed inside.
Watching in wonder Jack followed the methodical movements of Ianto’s jaw as he chewed the grape. Once again hand moved to bowl, and a grape was placed in his mouth, over and over again he watched the wondrous dance of fingers and lips.
The young man was beautifully fluid in his movements which seemed automatic, not thinking about what he was doing.
Ianto picked up another grape. This time Jack’s eyes watched as a grape was rolled around in long fingers, he could almost feel the warm skin moving against silken smooth surface of the firm grape. Up and down the length of the fingers the grape moved.
He let out a gasp, as he saw a pink tongue flick out licking the skin of the fruit. Oh how he wanted to be where that grape was.
Ianto picked up the last one, bringing it up, he laid it against his lips, opened his mouth and bit into it.
Jack let out a groan as he saw this. Suddenly he realised what he had done, revealing his voyeurism.
He looked up, Ianto was walking over to him, carrying the empty bowl. A knowing smirk on his lips.
“Enjoy the show?” he whispered into Jack’s ear, as he walked past.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Warning: Innuendo only
Jack could move silently when he wanted to. As he stood leaning against the doorframe he was certain that Ianto hadn’t seen or heard him.
The young Welshman was sitting on the big leather sofa, shoes off, and sock clad feet up on the coffee table. He was reading a computer magazine of Tosh’s; that didn’t surprise Jack, he knew that Ianto was almost as good with computers as Tosh, he just hid his abilities very well.
Ianto laid the magazine on his lap, and moved his hand down, into a bowl lying next to him.
Jack watched, as long, slim, pale fingers, moved ghosting over the contents of the bowl. A pale green grape was picked from the bowl and brought slowly up to warm pink lips. Mouth opened, and the grape was carefully placed inside.
Watching in wonder Jack followed the methodical movements of Ianto’s jaw as he chewed the grape. Once again hand moved to bowl, and a grape was placed in his mouth, over and over again he watched the wondrous dance of fingers and lips.
The young man was beautifully fluid in his movements which seemed automatic, not thinking about what he was doing.
Ianto picked up another grape. This time Jack’s eyes watched as a grape was rolled around in long fingers, he could almost feel the warm skin moving against silken smooth surface of the firm grape. Up and down the length of the fingers the grape moved.
He let out a gasp, as he saw a pink tongue flick out licking the skin of the fruit. Oh how he wanted to be where that grape was.
Ianto picked up the last one, bringing it up, he laid it against his lips, opened his mouth and bit into it.
Jack let out a groan as he saw this. Suddenly he realised what he had done, revealing his voyeurism.
He looked up, Ianto was walking over to him, carrying the empty bowl. A knowing smirk on his lips.
“Enjoy the show?” he whispered into Jack’s ear, as he walked past.