Mud
Title: Mud
Pairing: Jack and Ianto
Rating: PG
Words: 290
Summary: Ianto isn’t happy and it’s all Jack’s fault.
Disclaimer: Torchwood owned by the BBC, not me.
Author’s note: A silly little fluffy one-shot that panders to my obsession of getting Ianto dishevelled.
You could cut the tension in the SUV with a knife.
Jack was driving. A few minutes ago his eyes had been alive with laughter. But he had quickly realised that laughter was going to get him into even more trouble. He now wore a truly apologetic look.
He glanced across at the stoney faced young man in the passenger seat and wondered how long this silence would last.
Jack kept driving, stealing the occasional look to his left.
Glance. Charcoal grey suit. Liberally splattered in dark mud.
Glance. Red shirt sporting a darker red tie; pattern now obscured by the same dark mud.
Glance. Smooth, beautiful face. Streaked now from where Jack had ineffectually tried to wipe off dark mud.
Glance. Stomach-flip-inducing blue eyes. Scowling and staring dead ahead.
Glance. Normally perfect dark brown hair; now mussy and streaked with dark mud.
At that moment a blob of said mud dripped down a strand of hair and landed with a gentle splott on Ianto's cheek.
Jack's lip started to twitch into a smile.
"Don't. Even. Think it." Growled the low Welsh voice in warning.
Jack studiously stopped the grin in its tracks.
"I really am sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?"
More deafening silence greeted him.
Jack suggested something that he could do to make it up to Ianto. He saw the young man's eyebrow twitch.
Jack suggested something else and the eyebrow definitely arched. But Ianto remained silent.
Jack pondered for a moment. Taking a bit longer with his description he suggested something else.
Ianto started to blush and shift in his seat.
"Well get a bloody move on and drive quicker then."
Jack allowed himself to grin properly and put his foot to the floor.
Smutty, shower sex follow up is now here.