Torchwood -- String Theories
Title: String Theories
dwtwprompts prompt: "Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to believe." - Laurence J. Peter.
Date Written: 8/16/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 315
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: They Keep Killing Suzie
Warnings: implied m/m sex
Author's Notes: Very short piece set directly after They Keep Killing Suzie, and a bribe for cazmalfoy.
The tie was already gone when Jack managed to get up to his office. Gone and the first two buttons undone, revealing a very enticing column of pale skin that Jack dearly wanted to kiss, suck, sink his teeth into.
"I shut down internal CCTV," Ianto informed him. "Scheduled maintenance." He clicked the stopwatch, smiling a little. "9 minutes, 56 seconds. Well-timed, sir."
"I think that you can drop the sir, Ianto." He stepped closer, watching Ianto swallow heavily. "Are you sure about this?"
"Absolutely."
Jack reached out and took one of Ianto's hands in both of his. "You're shaking."
"Been a while," Ianto admitted. "Even longer with a man."
Conflict raged in Jack, relief that the archivist knew all the steps and jealousy at not being innocent Ianto's first clashing unexpectedly. It took a moment to get under control. "If you feel like this is some sort of duty -- "
"Jack." Just his name, said with such perfect exasperation that it nearly undid the Captain. "I know what I'm doing," Ianto reassured him, stepping forward to put his free hand on Jack's shoulder. "We both need this."
"Oh, so you're using me," Jack teased, trying to lighten the situation.
"We're just finding a mutual safe harbor in a storm," the younger man said, giving him a soft smile. "No strings."
"There are always strings," the immortal informed him, moving one arm to wrap around Ianto's waist. "You're part of my team, and I daresay you're a friend."
Ianto's smile widened. "You can dare that much," he said, his voice dropping a little as Jack's face moved closer to him.
"So... strings. At least of one kind." He paused, his mouth scant centimeters from Ianto's. "Last out, Jones. You sure you're up for it?"
The younger man in his arms leaned forward to brush his lips against Jack's. "I think I can handle it."
dwtwprompts prompt: "Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to believe." - Laurence J. Peter.
Date Written: 8/16/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 315
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: They Keep Killing Suzie
Warnings: implied m/m sex
Author's Notes: Very short piece set directly after They Keep Killing Suzie, and a bribe for cazmalfoy.
The tie was already gone when Jack managed to get up to his office. Gone and the first two buttons undone, revealing a very enticing column of pale skin that Jack dearly wanted to kiss, suck, sink his teeth into.
"I shut down internal CCTV," Ianto informed him. "Scheduled maintenance." He clicked the stopwatch, smiling a little. "9 minutes, 56 seconds. Well-timed, sir."
"I think that you can drop the sir, Ianto." He stepped closer, watching Ianto swallow heavily. "Are you sure about this?"
"Absolutely."
Jack reached out and took one of Ianto's hands in both of his. "You're shaking."
"Been a while," Ianto admitted. "Even longer with a man."
Conflict raged in Jack, relief that the archivist knew all the steps and jealousy at not being innocent Ianto's first clashing unexpectedly. It took a moment to get under control. "If you feel like this is some sort of duty -- "
"Jack." Just his name, said with such perfect exasperation that it nearly undid the Captain. "I know what I'm doing," Ianto reassured him, stepping forward to put his free hand on Jack's shoulder. "We both need this."
"Oh, so you're using me," Jack teased, trying to lighten the situation.
"We're just finding a mutual safe harbor in a storm," the younger man said, giving him a soft smile. "No strings."
"There are always strings," the immortal informed him, moving one arm to wrap around Ianto's waist. "You're part of my team, and I daresay you're a friend."
Ianto's smile widened. "You can dare that much," he said, his voice dropping a little as Jack's face moved closer to him.
"So... strings. At least of one kind." He paused, his mouth scant centimeters from Ianto's. "Last out, Jones. You sure you're up for it?"
The younger man in his arms leaned forward to brush his lips against Jack's. "I think I can handle it."