Torchwood: The Hothouse. (Slash) R[1/1] - Falling For You. R[1/1] & Ianto Doesn't Worry. PG-13[1/1]
Title: The Hothouse [1/1]
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Jack/the hothouse/Ianto
Word Count: 205.
Warnings: Inuendo, implied fetishes.
Timeline/Spoilers: Post Season 2.
Disclaimer: Read my general disclaimer here.
Beta: None.
For: smashmetopieces, who guessed Spike and asked in return for some light Janto.
Summary: When Jack’s in the hothouse, get ready to be jumped. Part 1. Ianto POV.
A/N: I ended up writing another fic for smashmetopieces as this one only let me write 200 words.
Cross-Posted: little_dumpling and jackxianto.
Ianto wasn’t sure why Jack enjoyed having sex in the hothouse so much, all he knew was that Jack was never hotter, never more zealous than when they were surrounded by plants.
Maybe it had something to do with his past, of that Ianto had never been able to get Jack to open up about. So instead Ianto entertained his lover’s fervor and let the plants surround them.
He’d never forget the anniversary he gave Jack a ficus; he’d never seen such energy, such passion before, and afterwards he couldn’t sit down for a week.
Soon enough, Ianto’s own body began to respond when he smelled that soft oxygen, felt that gentle humidity that went hand in hand with a room full of plants. Even now, the slightest hint of freshly turned soil turned him on more than he’d care to admit.
He supposed it was humorous that something he had at first thought so odd about his lover had eventually become his very own fetish. He only hoped this new infatuation with leafy lifeforms didn’t go so far as to give him thoughts of having sex with plants.
For now, he’d continue his and Jack’s steamy romance and only hope their shared obsession never spiralled out of control.
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Title: Falling For You [1/1]
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto.
Word Count: 285.
Warnings: slight angst, sappiness and innuendo.
Timeline/Spoilers: Post Season 2.
Disclaimer: Read my general disclaimer here.
Beta: None.
For: smashmetopieces, who guessed Spike and asked in return for some light Janto.
Summary: Jack reflects. Jack POV.
A/N: I ended up writing another fic for smashmetopieces as this one only let me write 200 words.
Cross-Posted: little_dumpling and jackxianto.
Jack watched the slow move of Ianto’s chest: up and down, in and out.
He’d been watching Ianto ever since they’d finished their last round of rigorous love-making and Ianto had fallen asleep.
They hadn’t had the pleasure of having hot kinky sex in the hothouse today, infact some might have called tonight “boring” compared to their usual escapades.
But Jack couldn’t think that they wouldn’t be more wrong. Even though tonight hadn’t consisted of more than the missionary position on a bed, Jack could say for a certainty that never had any of his experiences with Ianto had ever been “boring”.
He’d never noticed it before, but everything (including the mundane tasks of day to day life), just seemed more interesting, more vibrant, when he was with Ianto.
Stroking his hand across Ianto’s forehead he worried if he wasn’t falling in love with his young lover.
He’d been in love before, and it had always caused him more pain than pleasure. It was hard living on and slowly watching those he cared for age and die.
Something though, something he couldn’t put his finger on, felt different about this time. Something about being with Ianto, watching him getting older and move on, didn’t scare Jack as much as it had in his previous relationships.
The 21st century is when it all changed, and Jack knew something big was coming that could destroy the very fabric of the world he loved, of the people he called family.
There was a big fight coming and most likely Ianto wouldn't live through it, and yet… lying next to his lover, sore and tired from their previous activities, hope burned deep within Jack’s soul.
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Title: Ianto Doesn’t Worry [1/1]
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, mentioned Gwen/Rhys, Jack/Gwen/Ianto undercurrents
Word Count: 300.
Warnings: Language.
Timeline/Spoilers: Post Season 2.
Disclaimer: Read my general disclaimer here.
Beta: None.
For: smashmetopieces, who guessed Captain Hammer and asked in return for some light Janto.
Summary: Jack’s obession with Gwen doesn’t bother Ianto. Ianto POV.
Cross-Posted: little_dumpling and jackxianto.
There’s always been something about Gwen that I just can’t put my finger on.
Jack’s slight obsession with her has always seemed to have been there; in fact it’s been there longer than we’ve even been together.
I can’t say I blame him, since I feel it a bit too. There’s just something about her… Maybe it’s her passion, her determination, her spirit or her compassion. Or maybe it’s just her ass; it is quite nice (and Jack’s always appreciated a nice ass; I should know, he’s bitten mine on more than one instance).
Although she does have all those things, and though she is quite an enigma; for as long as we’ve been together, I’ve never had to worry about Jack straying.
Mostly because Jack’s obsession with Gwen is not the obsession of possession, of covet. Sure, he doesn’t particularly like Rhys; but I don’t know one father who doesn’t hate the man that has stolen his little girl.
I suppose I should find it odd that Jack actually thinks of Gwen so highly that he feels so protective of her, but there’s been a time or two when I have felt the same myself. For some reason she inspires that in me.
If anything, I think his slight jealousy of Rhys is kind of sweet.
I suppose I should growl at her to back off, bitch and groan about her to the other co-workers when she’s not around. And maybe if I was a shallow arse, I would. But in reality, I’m not bothered enough to care.
When Torchwood is done for the day, when the employees clock out, and when Gwen leaves, it’s me that Jack follows home, not Gwen… Because at the end of the day, what we have is so much stronger than an odd obsession. It’s love.
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Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Jack/the hothouse/Ianto
Word Count: 205.
Warnings: Inuendo, implied fetishes.
Timeline/Spoilers: Post Season 2.
Disclaimer: Read my general disclaimer here.
Beta: None.
For: smashmetopieces, who guessed Spike and asked in return for some light Janto.
Summary: When Jack’s in the hothouse, get ready to be jumped. Part 1. Ianto POV.
A/N: I ended up writing another fic for smashmetopieces as this one only let me write 200 words.
Cross-Posted: little_dumpling and jackxianto.
Ianto wasn’t sure why Jack enjoyed having sex in the hothouse so much, all he knew was that Jack was never hotter, never more zealous than when they were surrounded by plants.
Maybe it had something to do with his past, of that Ianto had never been able to get Jack to open up about. So instead Ianto entertained his lover’s fervor and let the plants surround them.
He’d never forget the anniversary he gave Jack a ficus; he’d never seen such energy, such passion before, and afterwards he couldn’t sit down for a week.
Soon enough, Ianto’s own body began to respond when he smelled that soft oxygen, felt that gentle humidity that went hand in hand with a room full of plants. Even now, the slightest hint of freshly turned soil turned him on more than he’d care to admit.
He supposed it was humorous that something he had at first thought so odd about his lover had eventually become his very own fetish. He only hoped this new infatuation with leafy lifeforms didn’t go so far as to give him thoughts of having sex with plants.
For now, he’d continue his and Jack’s steamy romance and only hope their shared obsession never spiralled out of control.
< …/drabble… >
Title: Falling For You [1/1]
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto.
Word Count: 285.
Warnings: slight angst, sappiness and innuendo.
Timeline/Spoilers: Post Season 2.
Disclaimer: Read my general disclaimer here.
Beta: None.
For: smashmetopieces, who guessed Spike and asked in return for some light Janto.
Summary: Jack reflects. Jack POV.
A/N: I ended up writing another fic for smashmetopieces as this one only let me write 200 words.
Cross-Posted: little_dumpling and jackxianto.
Jack watched the slow move of Ianto’s chest: up and down, in and out.
He’d been watching Ianto ever since they’d finished their last round of rigorous love-making and Ianto had fallen asleep.
They hadn’t had the pleasure of having hot kinky sex in the hothouse today, infact some might have called tonight “boring” compared to their usual escapades.
But Jack couldn’t think that they wouldn’t be more wrong. Even though tonight hadn’t consisted of more than the missionary position on a bed, Jack could say for a certainty that never had any of his experiences with Ianto had ever been “boring”.
He’d never noticed it before, but everything (including the mundane tasks of day to day life), just seemed more interesting, more vibrant, when he was with Ianto.
Stroking his hand across Ianto’s forehead he worried if he wasn’t falling in love with his young lover.
He’d been in love before, and it had always caused him more pain than pleasure. It was hard living on and slowly watching those he cared for age and die.
Something though, something he couldn’t put his finger on, felt different about this time. Something about being with Ianto, watching him getting older and move on, didn’t scare Jack as much as it had in his previous relationships.
The 21st century is when it all changed, and Jack knew something big was coming that could destroy the very fabric of the world he loved, of the people he called family.
There was a big fight coming and most likely Ianto wouldn't live through it, and yet… lying next to his lover, sore and tired from their previous activities, hope burned deep within Jack’s soul.
< …/drabble… >
Title: Ianto Doesn’t Worry [1/1]
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, mentioned Gwen/Rhys, Jack/Gwen/Ianto undercurrents
Word Count: 300.
Warnings: Language.
Timeline/Spoilers: Post Season 2.
Disclaimer: Read my general disclaimer here.
Beta: None.
For: smashmetopieces, who guessed Captain Hammer and asked in return for some light Janto.
Summary: Jack’s obession with Gwen doesn’t bother Ianto. Ianto POV.
Cross-Posted: little_dumpling and jackxianto.
There’s always been something about Gwen that I just can’t put my finger on.
Jack’s slight obsession with her has always seemed to have been there; in fact it’s been there longer than we’ve even been together.
I can’t say I blame him, since I feel it a bit too. There’s just something about her… Maybe it’s her passion, her determination, her spirit or her compassion. Or maybe it’s just her ass; it is quite nice (and Jack’s always appreciated a nice ass; I should know, he’s bitten mine on more than one instance).
Although she does have all those things, and though she is quite an enigma; for as long as we’ve been together, I’ve never had to worry about Jack straying.
Mostly because Jack’s obsession with Gwen is not the obsession of possession, of covet. Sure, he doesn’t particularly like Rhys; but I don’t know one father who doesn’t hate the man that has stolen his little girl.
I suppose I should find it odd that Jack actually thinks of Gwen so highly that he feels so protective of her, but there’s been a time or two when I have felt the same myself. For some reason she inspires that in me.
If anything, I think his slight jealousy of Rhys is kind of sweet.
I suppose I should growl at her to back off, bitch and groan about her to the other co-workers when she’s not around. And maybe if I was a shallow arse, I would. But in reality, I’m not bothered enough to care.
When Torchwood is done for the day, when the employees clock out, and when Gwen leaves, it’s me that Jack follows home, not Gwen… Because at the end of the day, what we have is so much stronger than an odd obsession. It’s love.
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