Sex Food
Title: Sex Food
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-ish, albeit mildly naughty on the basis that it's pretty much food pr0n.
Notes/Summary: Ianto gets catty about the groceries. Jack convinces him to play with his food. (Curious about Ianto's work area? Screenshot [originally from The Institute] here.) Written for the July 8 prompt at horizonssing.
“That isn’t obvious or anything,” Ianto muttered at Jack as he entered. He looked busy but at ease in his ersatz work area, tapping away at the small workstation they’d mounted between the spiral staircase and the espresso machine.
Jack laid out the small batch of groceries on the counter edge and then brushed his hands off on his trouser legs. “What’s not obvious?”
“The strawberries,” Ianto replied without looking up from the screen.
“What about them?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “They’re -” he paused. “Well, they’re sex food.”
“Sex food?” Jack asked with a broad grin. He leaned against the counter and eyed Ianto curiously. “Care to elaborate?”
Ianto scoffed, still focused on the screen. “Oh, like you don’t know what I mean.”
“Well,” Jack said, and crossed his arms. “Let’s pretend for the sake of argument that I don’t. Educate me.”
“Um,” Ianto faltered. His eyes flicked toward where Jack stood. “They’re, ah, high in zinc.”
Jack chuckled. “Zinc?”
“Yes,” Ianto said, a bit more certain. “Zinc. Not as high as oysters, but oysters pretty much win hands down with regard to zinc conte- ”
Jack cut him off. “So if I feed you these strawberries,” he asked with raised eyebrows and lifted the plastic carton from the counter. “You’ll find yourself in desperate need of sexual release because of zinc?”
“Well, no, but -”
Jack chose a strawberry from the carton. He gently pressed Ianto’s back against the metal bars of the staircase, then held the berry up to Ianto’s mouth. With a slow movement, he traced the line of Ianto’s bottom lip with the fruit’s rounded tip.
“So it’s less about the fruit itself, and more about the method of application?” Jack asked, his voice low and playful.
“Something like that, yes,” Ianto rasped. His reserve was wavering.
“Hm. Maybe you’d better show me.”
Ianto blinked at Jack and then moistened his lips. He gave the strawberry a tentative lick before leaning close to draw it into his mouth. As Ianto sucked the fleshy nub, his eyes met Jack’s. They said quite clearly that he was hungry for more than a single strawberry.
“Yeah, okay.” Jack smiled, pinching away the leaves and letting Ianto claim the fruit. “Sex food. Duly noted.”
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-ish, albeit mildly naughty on the basis that it's pretty much food pr0n.
Notes/Summary: Ianto gets catty about the groceries. Jack convinces him to play with his food. (Curious about Ianto's work area? Screenshot [originally from The Institute] here.) Written for the July 8 prompt at horizonssing.
“That isn’t obvious or anything,” Ianto muttered at Jack as he entered. He looked busy but at ease in his ersatz work area, tapping away at the small workstation they’d mounted between the spiral staircase and the espresso machine.
Jack laid out the small batch of groceries on the counter edge and then brushed his hands off on his trouser legs. “What’s not obvious?”
“The strawberries,” Ianto replied without looking up from the screen.
“What about them?”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “They’re -” he paused. “Well, they’re sex food.”
“Sex food?” Jack asked with a broad grin. He leaned against the counter and eyed Ianto curiously. “Care to elaborate?”
Ianto scoffed, still focused on the screen. “Oh, like you don’t know what I mean.”
“Well,” Jack said, and crossed his arms. “Let’s pretend for the sake of argument that I don’t. Educate me.”
“Um,” Ianto faltered. His eyes flicked toward where Jack stood. “They’re, ah, high in zinc.”
Jack chuckled. “Zinc?”
“Yes,” Ianto said, a bit more certain. “Zinc. Not as high as oysters, but oysters pretty much win hands down with regard to zinc conte- ”
Jack cut him off. “So if I feed you these strawberries,” he asked with raised eyebrows and lifted the plastic carton from the counter. “You’ll find yourself in desperate need of sexual release because of zinc?”
“Well, no, but -”
Jack chose a strawberry from the carton. He gently pressed Ianto’s back against the metal bars of the staircase, then held the berry up to Ianto’s mouth. With a slow movement, he traced the line of Ianto’s bottom lip with the fruit’s rounded tip.
“So it’s less about the fruit itself, and more about the method of application?” Jack asked, his voice low and playful.
“Something like that, yes,” Ianto rasped. His reserve was wavering.
“Hm. Maybe you’d better show me.”
Ianto blinked at Jack and then moistened his lips. He gave the strawberry a tentative lick before leaning close to draw it into his mouth. As Ianto sucked the fleshy nub, his eyes met Jack’s. They said quite clearly that he was hungry for more than a single strawberry.
“Yeah, okay.” Jack smiled, pinching away the leaves and letting Ianto claim the fruit. “Sex food. Duly noted.”