Only Us V
Title: Only Us V
Author: fluffygremlin
Characters: Jack and Ianto
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies and the BBC. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: Based on the lovely radio play “House of the Dead”. Fifth part of what was supposed to be a one-shot.
Only Us
Ianto was quite certain that he should feel more out of place than he did, wandering around an open market on an alien world with an intergalactic playboy on his arm. He had to fight the urge to straighten his non-existent waistcoat as Jack stopped at yet another stall and had to touch absolutely everything on display. Jack gestured at the scarlet man standing behind the stall and began speaking in an odd, guttural language. Ianto watched him, entranced by the way his lips moved as they formed the foreign words.
“You’re going to love this,” Jack grinned at Ianto as he shoved his newly acquired item into the bag he had slung over his shoulder.
“So long as it isn’t some alien sex toy then I am sure I will.” Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack took his hand and pulled him farther into the market.
“We need to get you some new clothes,” Jack yelled over the sound of the bustling crowd. “Although we could always make our way to that planet that’s home to the universe’s largest nudist colony.”
“I burn easily,” Ianto replied as he allowed Jack to guide him towards a single story building tucked behind several market stalls. Although the language was strange and new, the old fashioned needle that was emblazoned on the sign made it rather obvious where they were headed.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust before Ianto could look around their new surroundings. The sound of the marketplace was dulled by thick walls (or something far more technical). Jack, still holding Ianto’s hand tightly in his own, moved towards a long, low counter. Another red man stood behind it, already calling out greetings in his native tongue. Jack responded likewise, gesturing at Ianto as they got closer. The older man lead him to step up onto a small platform, steadying him with a hand on his back, and took a step back, giving Ianto a wide smile as he allowed the hand to glide along his ass.
The man came around the counter with a device in his hand and continued rambling as it beeped it’s way along Ianto’s arm.
“Rrgrl here is the best tailor on planet.” Jack met Ianto’s eyes in the mirror in front of him. “He says you have a great build. Perfect for kilts.”
“I’ll stick to trousers, thank you.” Ianto glanced down as the tailor knelt down in front of him to measure his inseam and pointedly ignored the smirk Jack was giving his reflection. He looked at his captain and took in the pale blue shirt, white braces, and dark trousers he was wearing, comfortingly familiar. He grimaced as he felt a crimson finger dig into his stomach. “Why does he keep poking me?”
“It’s the buttons,” Jack grinned. “They’re rather old fashioned for where we’re headed. Even the people of this colony only use them for decorative purposes. Buttons get lost plus zippers are more convenient. ”
“So buttons are out and zippers are in.” Ianto watched the tailor wander off towards the back of the shop before turning around to face Jack. “And I am still wearing trousers.”
“That’s a shame. There are a ton of planets out there right now that are partial to more airy styles. You’d look rather fetching in some of them.”
“Yes, but not this planet.” Ianto cocked an eyebrow as Jack moved into his personal space, resting his hands on the younger man’s hip.
“No, not this planet.” Jack tilted his head up slightly to smile at the other man.
“And not the planet we’re going to,” Ianto said softly, leaning down slightly so his words where whispered onto Jack’s lips.
“No, not that planet either.” Jack leaned forward, about to claim the other man’s lips for himself, when Ianto straightened up.
“Good. I’m all for adapting to new situations but I draw the line just below my Welsh calves.”
Jack grumbled at his vortex manipulator before tossing it onto the table and resuming his pacing along the length of the room. He was about to shout at Ianto to speed it along when the other man opened the bathroom door and stepped into the suite clad in the new clothes Jack had purchased for him.
“Breathe, Jack,” the other man whispered softly. Jack shook his suddenly fuzzy head and swallowed roughly.
“Beautiful.” He moved around the other man and growled lightly. “Gorgeous.”
When he came back around to the front he found Ianto blushing and giving the carpet a fierce stare down. The deep red tunic was sleeveless, leaving his arms bare and Jack fighting the urge to run his tongue along the curve of his biceps. The slacks were made of the same lightweight material in dove grey, well tailored to cling in all the right places.
“I don’t know, Ianto,” he continued, stepping back and crossing his arms over his bare chest. “I’m starting to think that outfit is totally inappropriate.”
That got Ianto’s attention. The other man’s head jerked up so quickly Jack winced.
“Just how is it inappropriate?” he demanded, mimicking Jack’s position. The older man shrugged before stepping forward again.
“The clothes themselves might not be inappropriate,” he whispered into Ianto’s ear. “But I guarantee that the things I will do to you while you’re wearing them will be.”
“What if I just lowered the zipper a bit?” the other man slowly gave action to his words. Jack pulled back slightly so that he could watch as Ianto’s collarbone was slowly revealed by the angled zipper. “What do you think now?”
“I think you’d better keep going with that zipper or I’ll be buying you a new shirt tomorrow.” Jack was about to lean forward, intent on marking that teasing clavicle, when his vortex manipulator began beeping from its spot on the bed.
“Does it do that often now?” Ianto asked as Jack stomped off towards the bed.
“There’s only one person who knows how to get a hold of me right now,” he said as he flopped down and grabbed the device. Ianto stood at the foot of the bed and watched as he began punching at the buttons. Jack’s frown flipped quickly and he tossed the vortex manipulator behind him before scooting forward to sit just in front of Ianto.
“Do you want the good news or the bad news?” he asked as he reached forward to pull Ianto between his knees.
“Considering how determined you appear to be to distract me,” Ianto smirked as Jack’s hands slowly slid up his bare arms, “let’s go with bad first.”
“Well…” Jack ran his finger along the soft skin already revealed by the zipper. “The bad news is that our ride is running a bit late.”
“Let me guess,” Ianto said as Jack grabbed the zipper head and began pulling it down slowly, “the good news is that this room is soundproofed.”
“No,” Jack licked his lips as the zipper reached the bottom and Ianto allowed the tunic to slide off. “I was going to say that the good news is that we’ll still be here for the summer festival tomorrow night.”
“Mmhmm,” Ianto nodded skeptically. He watched as Jack ran a hand down his chest and stomach, coming to rest on the tie that held up his trousers.
“I do however like the way you think, Mr. Jones.” Jack looked up into Ianto’s eyes and held his gaze as he deftly undid the knot.
“I learned from the best… sir.” He shifted his hips slightly to allow the offending clothing to fall to the floor.
“Yes,” Jack grinned up at him brightly. “Yes, you did.”
Author: fluffygremlin
Characters: Jack and Ianto
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies and the BBC. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: Based on the lovely radio play “House of the Dead”. Fifth part of what was supposed to be a one-shot.
Only Us
Ianto was quite certain that he should feel more out of place than he did, wandering around an open market on an alien world with an intergalactic playboy on his arm. He had to fight the urge to straighten his non-existent waistcoat as Jack stopped at yet another stall and had to touch absolutely everything on display. Jack gestured at the scarlet man standing behind the stall and began speaking in an odd, guttural language. Ianto watched him, entranced by the way his lips moved as they formed the foreign words.
“You’re going to love this,” Jack grinned at Ianto as he shoved his newly acquired item into the bag he had slung over his shoulder.
“So long as it isn’t some alien sex toy then I am sure I will.” Ianto rolled his eyes as Jack took his hand and pulled him farther into the market.
“We need to get you some new clothes,” Jack yelled over the sound of the bustling crowd. “Although we could always make our way to that planet that’s home to the universe’s largest nudist colony.”
“I burn easily,” Ianto replied as he allowed Jack to guide him towards a single story building tucked behind several market stalls. Although the language was strange and new, the old fashioned needle that was emblazoned on the sign made it rather obvious where they were headed.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust before Ianto could look around their new surroundings. The sound of the marketplace was dulled by thick walls (or something far more technical). Jack, still holding Ianto’s hand tightly in his own, moved towards a long, low counter. Another red man stood behind it, already calling out greetings in his native tongue. Jack responded likewise, gesturing at Ianto as they got closer. The older man lead him to step up onto a small platform, steadying him with a hand on his back, and took a step back, giving Ianto a wide smile as he allowed the hand to glide along his ass.
The man came around the counter with a device in his hand and continued rambling as it beeped it’s way along Ianto’s arm.
“Rrgrl here is the best tailor on planet.” Jack met Ianto’s eyes in the mirror in front of him. “He says you have a great build. Perfect for kilts.”
“I’ll stick to trousers, thank you.” Ianto glanced down as the tailor knelt down in front of him to measure his inseam and pointedly ignored the smirk Jack was giving his reflection. He looked at his captain and took in the pale blue shirt, white braces, and dark trousers he was wearing, comfortingly familiar. He grimaced as he felt a crimson finger dig into his stomach. “Why does he keep poking me?”
“It’s the buttons,” Jack grinned. “They’re rather old fashioned for where we’re headed. Even the people of this colony only use them for decorative purposes. Buttons get lost plus zippers are more convenient. ”
“So buttons are out and zippers are in.” Ianto watched the tailor wander off towards the back of the shop before turning around to face Jack. “And I am still wearing trousers.”
“That’s a shame. There are a ton of planets out there right now that are partial to more airy styles. You’d look rather fetching in some of them.”
“Yes, but not this planet.” Ianto cocked an eyebrow as Jack moved into his personal space, resting his hands on the younger man’s hip.
“No, not this planet.” Jack tilted his head up slightly to smile at the other man.
“And not the planet we’re going to,” Ianto said softly, leaning down slightly so his words where whispered onto Jack’s lips.
“No, not that planet either.” Jack leaned forward, about to claim the other man’s lips for himself, when Ianto straightened up.
“Good. I’m all for adapting to new situations but I draw the line just below my Welsh calves.”
Jack grumbled at his vortex manipulator before tossing it onto the table and resuming his pacing along the length of the room. He was about to shout at Ianto to speed it along when the other man opened the bathroom door and stepped into the suite clad in the new clothes Jack had purchased for him.
“Breathe, Jack,” the other man whispered softly. Jack shook his suddenly fuzzy head and swallowed roughly.
“Beautiful.” He moved around the other man and growled lightly. “Gorgeous.”
When he came back around to the front he found Ianto blushing and giving the carpet a fierce stare down. The deep red tunic was sleeveless, leaving his arms bare and Jack fighting the urge to run his tongue along the curve of his biceps. The slacks were made of the same lightweight material in dove grey, well tailored to cling in all the right places.
“I don’t know, Ianto,” he continued, stepping back and crossing his arms over his bare chest. “I’m starting to think that outfit is totally inappropriate.”
That got Ianto’s attention. The other man’s head jerked up so quickly Jack winced.
“Just how is it inappropriate?” he demanded, mimicking Jack’s position. The older man shrugged before stepping forward again.
“The clothes themselves might not be inappropriate,” he whispered into Ianto’s ear. “But I guarantee that the things I will do to you while you’re wearing them will be.”
“What if I just lowered the zipper a bit?” the other man slowly gave action to his words. Jack pulled back slightly so that he could watch as Ianto’s collarbone was slowly revealed by the angled zipper. “What do you think now?”
“I think you’d better keep going with that zipper or I’ll be buying you a new shirt tomorrow.” Jack was about to lean forward, intent on marking that teasing clavicle, when his vortex manipulator began beeping from its spot on the bed.
“Does it do that often now?” Ianto asked as Jack stomped off towards the bed.
“There’s only one person who knows how to get a hold of me right now,” he said as he flopped down and grabbed the device. Ianto stood at the foot of the bed and watched as he began punching at the buttons. Jack’s frown flipped quickly and he tossed the vortex manipulator behind him before scooting forward to sit just in front of Ianto.
“Do you want the good news or the bad news?” he asked as he reached forward to pull Ianto between his knees.
“Considering how determined you appear to be to distract me,” Ianto smirked as Jack’s hands slowly slid up his bare arms, “let’s go with bad first.”
“Well…” Jack ran his finger along the soft skin already revealed by the zipper. “The bad news is that our ride is running a bit late.”
“Let me guess,” Ianto said as Jack grabbed the zipper head and began pulling it down slowly, “the good news is that this room is soundproofed.”
“No,” Jack licked his lips as the zipper reached the bottom and Ianto allowed the tunic to slide off. “I was going to say that the good news is that we’ll still be here for the summer festival tomorrow night.”
“Mmhmm,” Ianto nodded skeptically. He watched as Jack ran a hand down his chest and stomach, coming to rest on the tie that held up his trousers.
“I do however like the way you think, Mr. Jones.” Jack looked up into Ianto’s eyes and held his gaze as he deftly undid the knot.
“I learned from the best… sir.” He shifted his hips slightly to allow the offending clothing to fall to the floor.
“Yes,” Jack grinned up at him brightly. “Yes, you did.”