From Tea Boy to Vamp Boy
Title: From Tea Boy to Vamp Boy
Author: iantojjackh
Summary: Why is Ianto wearing a tight leather outfit in One Night in a Dark Alley? Yummy, Ianto in leather.
Rating: High PG, bordering on R
Characters: Jack and Ianto
Disclaimer: See profile
Spoilers: Only for my Immortal Ianto series.
Warnings: Jack being the adorable horndog he is.
Notes: takes place right before One Night in a Dark Alley? Sorry I've been quiet lately, my head has been in this weird place for a while. I can't really explain it. Hopefully I'll snap out of it soon. I've had most of this written for the longest time and just added a bit to make it complete. I know I owe a lot of comments and comment replies and I promise to try to get to them this weekend. I'm so so sorry. Unbetaed so mistakes are all mine.
From Tea Boy to Vamp Boy
"You've got to be joking?" Ianto stared at Jack in disbelief. "This is a prank of some sort right?" he looked around to see if Owen was lurking somewhere in the shadows. He would be the only one to even think about making Ianto sink to this depth of humiliation.
"Not a joke. We need get into the club and find out what they are using the Hoix blood for." Jack said with a serious face. "This is the third Hoix we've found this month drained of it's blood and the word on the street is that it's quite the hit at the club."
"Why me? Wouldn't Gwen be better suited for this, she had PC experience." Ianto sighed.
"She looks too old." Jack said simply.
"You better not let Gwen here you say that." Ianto laughed for a second, which quickly turned to a scowl. "How young do I have to look?" It was just another reminder of how young he would look for eternity. Looking young was not normally a problem unless if you were constantly question if you were of legal age. It was fun for a few years, but the idea of it happening for a few hundred was another story entirely. Maybe when he was two hundred and ninety, Ianto would get a good laugh that he could easily pass for twenty.
"Eighteen or nineteen." Jack knew there was about to be renewed complains about the outfit. "So you are the only suitable for the assignment."
"But what is with the outfit? All leather? Seriously. This is something out of bondage catalogue. How long have you had these clothes?" Ianto shook his head. "You are getting excited over this aren't you?" His eyes rolled as Ianto watched Jack carefully study every inch of him.
"Okay stop that." He gave Jack a light and playful shove. "Shouldn't you know every inch of me by now anyway? Stop leering like an old perv." Still to this day when Jack looked at him with that pure animalistic desire it made Ianto turned the darkest shade of red.
"Just imagining how incredibly sexy you'd look in the leather. How it moulds to your form," Jack was literally licking his lips and his arousal very evident.
"Oi, you keep that up and we will never get out of here. You stay here. I don't need any distractions." Ianto grabbed the clothes and headed to the locker room to change. Jack owed him big for this.
Jack was not happy about being told to stay put, but he knew Ianto to was already pissed enough about having to dress in clothes he would never be caught dead wearing.
It took twenty minutes before Ianto returned and Jack's jaw dropped and the crotch of his trousers tightened in a second. He had imagined what Ianto would look like in the outfit, but this far surpassed any expectations and Ianto even added some extra touches.
The leather trousers left very little to the imagination as they hugged the young Welshman like a second skin. Jack might have purposely miscalculated the size, but he underestimated how irresistible Ianto would look. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Jack could not take his eyes off of his lover's crotch and how it was accentuated by the leather.
"Jack, my face is over here. Oi, it's not like you haven't seen any of this before. This was your idea and we are going through with your mission. I'm not getting dressed up like this again. So you better enjoy this while you can."
"I have every intention of doing just that." Jack could not resist cupping Ianto's backside and sighing, knowing he'd have to wait until he could really have fun with Ianto. "You are going to make this rough for me aren't you?"
"You can't imagine. You will pay dearly for this." Ianto warned in a way only Jack would find a turn on. In the few seconds it took Jack to gather his senses, Ianto was gone.
Author: iantojjackh
Summary: Why is Ianto wearing a tight leather outfit in One Night in a Dark Alley? Yummy, Ianto in leather.
Rating: High PG, bordering on R
Characters: Jack and Ianto
Disclaimer: See profile
Spoilers: Only for my Immortal Ianto series.
Warnings: Jack being the adorable horndog he is.
Notes: takes place right before One Night in a Dark Alley? Sorry I've been quiet lately, my head has been in this weird place for a while. I can't really explain it. Hopefully I'll snap out of it soon. I've had most of this written for the longest time and just added a bit to make it complete. I know I owe a lot of comments and comment replies and I promise to try to get to them this weekend. I'm so so sorry. Unbetaed so mistakes are all mine.
From Tea Boy to Vamp Boy
"You've got to be joking?" Ianto stared at Jack in disbelief. "This is a prank of some sort right?" he looked around to see if Owen was lurking somewhere in the shadows. He would be the only one to even think about making Ianto sink to this depth of humiliation.
"Not a joke. We need get into the club and find out what they are using the Hoix blood for." Jack said with a serious face. "This is the third Hoix we've found this month drained of it's blood and the word on the street is that it's quite the hit at the club."
"Why me? Wouldn't Gwen be better suited for this, she had PC experience." Ianto sighed.
"She looks too old." Jack said simply.
"You better not let Gwen here you say that." Ianto laughed for a second, which quickly turned to a scowl. "How young do I have to look?" It was just another reminder of how young he would look for eternity. Looking young was not normally a problem unless if you were constantly question if you were of legal age. It was fun for a few years, but the idea of it happening for a few hundred was another story entirely. Maybe when he was two hundred and ninety, Ianto would get a good laugh that he could easily pass for twenty.
"Eighteen or nineteen." Jack knew there was about to be renewed complains about the outfit. "So you are the only suitable for the assignment."
"But what is with the outfit? All leather? Seriously. This is something out of bondage catalogue. How long have you had these clothes?" Ianto shook his head. "You are getting excited over this aren't you?" His eyes rolled as Ianto watched Jack carefully study every inch of him.
"Okay stop that." He gave Jack a light and playful shove. "Shouldn't you know every inch of me by now anyway? Stop leering like an old perv." Still to this day when Jack looked at him with that pure animalistic desire it made Ianto turned the darkest shade of red.
"Just imagining how incredibly sexy you'd look in the leather. How it moulds to your form," Jack was literally licking his lips and his arousal very evident.
"Oi, you keep that up and we will never get out of here. You stay here. I don't need any distractions." Ianto grabbed the clothes and headed to the locker room to change. Jack owed him big for this.
Jack was not happy about being told to stay put, but he knew Ianto to was already pissed enough about having to dress in clothes he would never be caught dead wearing.
It took twenty minutes before Ianto returned and Jack's jaw dropped and the crotch of his trousers tightened in a second. He had imagined what Ianto would look like in the outfit, but this far surpassed any expectations and Ianto even added some extra touches.
The leather trousers left very little to the imagination as they hugged the young Welshman like a second skin. Jack might have purposely miscalculated the size, but he underestimated how irresistible Ianto would look. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Jack could not take his eyes off of his lover's crotch and how it was accentuated by the leather.
"Jack, my face is over here. Oi, it's not like you haven't seen any of this before. This was your idea and we are going through with your mission. I'm not getting dressed up like this again. So you better enjoy this while you can."
"I have every intention of doing just that." Jack could not resist cupping Ianto's backside and sighing, knowing he'd have to wait until he could really have fun with Ianto. "You are going to make this rough for me aren't you?"
"You can't imagine. You will pay dearly for this." Ianto warned in a way only Jack would find a turn on. In the few seconds it took Jack to gather his senses, Ianto was gone.