Torchwood -- Two Sweethearts and the Summer Wind
Title: Two Sweethearts and the Summer Wind
horizonssing Challenge: Day Thirteen
Date Written: 7/19/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 899
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Boys kissing, blah blah blah...
Author Notes: For katestamps, who is an angel. Apologies to the f-lists -- expect more posts from me tonight, then no more for a while 'CAUSE I'M GOING TO COMIC-CON!
Summer Wind
by Frank Sinatra
"Do you trust me?"
Ianto smiled a little at the soft question in his ear. Did he trust Jack Harkness?
Implicitly. Beyond every rational thought. My life, my dignity, my soul is yours, Jack.
Instead, he let out a soft sigh. "If I end up naked in the middle of the Plass..." he said, his voice the perfect warning tone.
Jack laughed low in his ear. "Oh, if I have you naked tonight, it'll be where no one else can see you," he murmured into the Welshman's ear as he tied a blindfold around his eyes. Ianto felt a shiver run down his spine.
Warm hands found his and Jack led him out to the garage. The immortal pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth when he reached in to buckle the younger man, laughing when Ianto turned his head for a proper kiss. "Nu-uh, not yet," he teased, kissing his nose.
Ianto knew his way around Cardiff well enough to know where Jack was going, even if the Captain had tried to throw him off by driving in circles for about twenty minutes. They chatted idly as Jack drove, his hand straying over to find Ianto's as they talked, fingers interlocking.
He lurched forward a little when Jack braked -- Jack always braked hard -- but smiled and reached for the buckle. "Nope," Jack teased, reaching down to stop his hand. "Let me."
Jack's breath was warm on his neck, and Ianto had to fight back a moan when soft lips touched the shell of his ear. "I bet you know where we are, don't you?" Jack's voice was soft in his ear.
"Roughly," Ianto replied, a satisfied grin crossing his face.
"Mmm, that's my Ianto, always two steps ahead of me." Jack kissed his ear again, a flash of tongue swiping over his skin. "Don't move," he said, his presence disappearing from his side of the car. A few seconds later Ianto's door opened and he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Come along, Mr. Jones," he teased, helping him out of the car.
Ianto had been blindfolded long enough that his other senses were starting to compensate for the loss. He could feel Jack's touch on the small of his back through his suit jacket, warm and comforting.
He could also feel the other patrons of Cardiff's newest, chicest five-star hotel staring at him as he let his lover lead him blindfolded through the lobby towards the elevators.
Once they were inside the elevators, Jack pressed up against his front, hands resting on Ianto's waist. "Well?"
"I think I'd like it a lot more if I could see," Ianto teased gently, reaching up to twine his fingers in the stretchy material of Jack's braces.
Jack laughed. "Oh, I bet you would," he murmured, pressing him harder against the wall of the elevator. "For instance, this whole elevator's covered in mirrors."
"Taking your narcissistic streak to a new level?"
"It's not a crime to want to watch yourself make love to someone. Well, not on Earth, anyway."
Ianto grinned and leaned in, landing a kiss on Jack's chin. "Well, take the blindfold off and show me how right it is, Jack."
"Mmm, and therein lies the dilemma." Jack's mouth pressed against his nose again. "I could do that, and while that would be fun, it would interrupt my plans for tonight."
"And what plans would those be?"
"You tell me, Mr. Knows Everything."
Jack's mouth moved to the side of his neck and Ianto sighed softly in pleasure, eyes closing behind the blindfold. "Well, we're in a hotel, so you shagging my brains out is probably on the menu tonight."
"It's on the list, yeah," Jack laughed against his skin. "But I promise there's more."
"Always a man of mystery."
The lift slowed to a stop, both of them swaying against each other as the kinetic energy carried on through them. The doors slid open and Jack took his hands. "Almost," he said, and Ianto could hear the grin on his voice.
Jack led him through a room -- no hallway first, Jack must have sprung for a penthouse suite -- and stopped when they were in a doorway. Ianto could feel a warm breeze against his face, and Frank Sinatra floated gently around him.
"Okay."
Ianto reached up to take the blindfold off. He blinked a little as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.
Jack was standing on a balcony, hands in his pockets as he grinned at him. The city of Cardiff was at their feet, lit up at night like so many Christmas lights, red tail lights chasing each other around the streets. The Captain moved to the covered table in the middle of the balcony, set for two with candles flickering softly in the breeze.
Jack picked up two glasses full of soft amber-colored bubbly champagne and held one out to Ianto. "Happy anniversary."
Ianto smiled softly, taking the glass. "You remembered."
"I remember the important dates, Mr Jones," he teased, clinking their glasses together and winking at the young Welshman.
"And I'm important?"
"Extremely." Jack leaned in and pressed a wine-flavored kiss to Ianto's mouth. "You make me try."
"You like the chase."
"You're worth marathons."
Ianto raised a skeptical eyebrow and Jack laughed and kissed him again. "Come dance with me."
Always.
Aloud, he said, "Catch me, first."
horizonssing Challenge: Day Thirteen
Date Written: 7/19/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 899
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Boys kissing, blah blah blah...
Author Notes: For katestamps, who is an angel. Apologies to the f-lists -- expect more posts from me tonight, then no more for a while 'CAUSE I'M GOING TO COMIC-CON!
Summer Wind
by Frank Sinatra
"Do you trust me?"
Ianto smiled a little at the soft question in his ear. Did he trust Jack Harkness?
Implicitly. Beyond every rational thought. My life, my dignity, my soul is yours, Jack.
Instead, he let out a soft sigh. "If I end up naked in the middle of the Plass..." he said, his voice the perfect warning tone.
Jack laughed low in his ear. "Oh, if I have you naked tonight, it'll be where no one else can see you," he murmured into the Welshman's ear as he tied a blindfold around his eyes. Ianto felt a shiver run down his spine.
Warm hands found his and Jack led him out to the garage. The immortal pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth when he reached in to buckle the younger man, laughing when Ianto turned his head for a proper kiss. "Nu-uh, not yet," he teased, kissing his nose.
Ianto knew his way around Cardiff well enough to know where Jack was going, even if the Captain had tried to throw him off by driving in circles for about twenty minutes. They chatted idly as Jack drove, his hand straying over to find Ianto's as they talked, fingers interlocking.
He lurched forward a little when Jack braked -- Jack always braked hard -- but smiled and reached for the buckle. "Nope," Jack teased, reaching down to stop his hand. "Let me."
Jack's breath was warm on his neck, and Ianto had to fight back a moan when soft lips touched the shell of his ear. "I bet you know where we are, don't you?" Jack's voice was soft in his ear.
"Roughly," Ianto replied, a satisfied grin crossing his face.
"Mmm, that's my Ianto, always two steps ahead of me." Jack kissed his ear again, a flash of tongue swiping over his skin. "Don't move," he said, his presence disappearing from his side of the car. A few seconds later Ianto's door opened and he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Come along, Mr. Jones," he teased, helping him out of the car.
Ianto had been blindfolded long enough that his other senses were starting to compensate for the loss. He could feel Jack's touch on the small of his back through his suit jacket, warm and comforting.
He could also feel the other patrons of Cardiff's newest, chicest five-star hotel staring at him as he let his lover lead him blindfolded through the lobby towards the elevators.
Once they were inside the elevators, Jack pressed up against his front, hands resting on Ianto's waist. "Well?"
"I think I'd like it a lot more if I could see," Ianto teased gently, reaching up to twine his fingers in the stretchy material of Jack's braces.
Jack laughed. "Oh, I bet you would," he murmured, pressing him harder against the wall of the elevator. "For instance, this whole elevator's covered in mirrors."
"Taking your narcissistic streak to a new level?"
"It's not a crime to want to watch yourself make love to someone. Well, not on Earth, anyway."
Ianto grinned and leaned in, landing a kiss on Jack's chin. "Well, take the blindfold off and show me how right it is, Jack."
"Mmm, and therein lies the dilemma." Jack's mouth pressed against his nose again. "I could do that, and while that would be fun, it would interrupt my plans for tonight."
"And what plans would those be?"
"You tell me, Mr. Knows Everything."
Jack's mouth moved to the side of his neck and Ianto sighed softly in pleasure, eyes closing behind the blindfold. "Well, we're in a hotel, so you shagging my brains out is probably on the menu tonight."
"It's on the list, yeah," Jack laughed against his skin. "But I promise there's more."
"Always a man of mystery."
The lift slowed to a stop, both of them swaying against each other as the kinetic energy carried on through them. The doors slid open and Jack took his hands. "Almost," he said, and Ianto could hear the grin on his voice.
Jack led him through a room -- no hallway first, Jack must have sprung for a penthouse suite -- and stopped when they were in a doorway. Ianto could feel a warm breeze against his face, and Frank Sinatra floated gently around him.
"Okay."
Ianto reached up to take the blindfold off. He blinked a little as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.
Jack was standing on a balcony, hands in his pockets as he grinned at him. The city of Cardiff was at their feet, lit up at night like so many Christmas lights, red tail lights chasing each other around the streets. The Captain moved to the covered table in the middle of the balcony, set for two with candles flickering softly in the breeze.
Jack picked up two glasses full of soft amber-colored bubbly champagne and held one out to Ianto. "Happy anniversary."
Ianto smiled softly, taking the glass. "You remembered."
"I remember the important dates, Mr Jones," he teased, clinking their glasses together and winking at the young Welshman.
"And I'm important?"
"Extremely." Jack leaned in and pressed a wine-flavored kiss to Ianto's mouth. "You make me try."
"You like the chase."
"You're worth marathons."
Ianto raised a skeptical eyebrow and Jack laughed and kissed him again. "Come dance with me."
Always.
Aloud, he said, "Catch me, first."