"A Visit From St. Jack" RPS John Barrowman/Scott Gill with appearance by Captain Jack.
Title: A Visit From St. Jack
Fandom: Torchwood RPS
Pairing: John Barrowman/Scott Gill-Special appearance by Captain Jack and references to other pairings.
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 500
Notes: Holiday Drabble #16. Written for laurab1, real!Jack believer and Barrowmaniac par excellence.
Warnings: It's RPS involving a real significant other. Possibly infidelity referenced. No beta.
Summary: He's BAAAAACK!
Crossposted to angel_rpf, tw_rpf, brit_actor_rpf, dw_rpf.
“Merry Christmas.”
John woke up on Christmas morning to the sound of Captain Jack in his head.
“And to you,” he thought cautiously, able to see the gleaming smile even with his eyes closed.
It had been awhile. Jack generally turned up only to tempt John into inappropriate sexual liaisons. Maybe he’d finally accepted the fact that John would never quite live up to Jack’s ideals of promiscuity.
Or else he was giving John a prolonged silent treatment over Children of Earth.
“So, how about some Christmas nookie?”
Option one, apparently.
Which was odd, since he was lying next to Scott and hadn’t been tempted to even look at anyone else in over a year, if you didn’t count some leering at Eve’s second trimester boobs during the DVD signings.
“David’s in London with Georgia and Eve just had a baby, so I don’t think either of them is going to be available for any ho ho ho.”
“And Mr. Hot Stuff over there is feeling a bit deprived, so why don’t you wake him up in the best way possible?”
Deprived? OK, John had gone from La Cage in London directly to Panto in Cardiff without taking any time off and to be honest, he hadn’t been up to a lot of tree-hanging escapades of late, between what he’d done to his legs with those high-heels and what he was doing now with the ice-skating.
Mostly it was cuddling while he wound down after the show and watching and a little telly and then nodding out…like some old married couple.
“Yeah. Like that.”
“So?” he shot back defiantly. “There’s nothing wrong with that. You were married, weren’t you?”
The smile faded and John steeled himself for the usual rejoinder in these cases: “Don’t believe everything Russell tells you.”
Instead there was a deep, slightly aggrieved, sigh.
“Married, yeah. Never old. Do yourself a favour, get him unwrapped before you go near the presents. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me. You owe me.”
There was no arguing with that.
John turned to his side and spooned himself against Scott’s back, reaching over to find that Scott may well have been feeling a bit deprived.
“Wake up, honey. I want to give you your first present right now?”
Scott murmured and stirred, maybe not completely awake, but already pushing back, definitely awake where it mattered.
John could clearly see Jack flashing the big smile and giving a wink, before he left John to make love to his partner in peace, although he couldn’t help suspecting that a bit of voyeurism might be taking place.
He hoped Jack would enjoy the show as much as he did.
Fandom: Torchwood RPS
Pairing: John Barrowman/Scott Gill-Special appearance by Captain Jack and references to other pairings.
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 500
Notes: Holiday Drabble #16. Written for laurab1, real!Jack believer and Barrowmaniac par excellence.
Warnings: It's RPS involving a real significant other. Possibly infidelity referenced. No beta.
Summary: He's BAAAAACK!
Crossposted to angel_rpf, tw_rpf, brit_actor_rpf, dw_rpf.
“Merry Christmas.”
John woke up on Christmas morning to the sound of Captain Jack in his head.
“And to you,” he thought cautiously, able to see the gleaming smile even with his eyes closed.
It had been awhile. Jack generally turned up only to tempt John into inappropriate sexual liaisons. Maybe he’d finally accepted the fact that John would never quite live up to Jack’s ideals of promiscuity.
Or else he was giving John a prolonged silent treatment over Children of Earth.
“So, how about some Christmas nookie?”
Option one, apparently.
Which was odd, since he was lying next to Scott and hadn’t been tempted to even look at anyone else in over a year, if you didn’t count some leering at Eve’s second trimester boobs during the DVD signings.
“David’s in London with Georgia and Eve just had a baby, so I don’t think either of them is going to be available for any ho ho ho.”
“And Mr. Hot Stuff over there is feeling a bit deprived, so why don’t you wake him up in the best way possible?”
Deprived? OK, John had gone from La Cage in London directly to Panto in Cardiff without taking any time off and to be honest, he hadn’t been up to a lot of tree-hanging escapades of late, between what he’d done to his legs with those high-heels and what he was doing now with the ice-skating.
Mostly it was cuddling while he wound down after the show and watching and a little telly and then nodding out…like some old married couple.
“Yeah. Like that.”
“So?” he shot back defiantly. “There’s nothing wrong with that. You were married, weren’t you?”
The smile faded and John steeled himself for the usual rejoinder in these cases: “Don’t believe everything Russell tells you.”
Instead there was a deep, slightly aggrieved, sigh.
“Married, yeah. Never old. Do yourself a favour, get him unwrapped before you go near the presents. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me. You owe me.”
There was no arguing with that.
John turned to his side and spooned himself against Scott’s back, reaching over to find that Scott may well have been feeling a bit deprived.
“Wake up, honey. I want to give you your first present right now?”
Scott murmured and stirred, maybe not completely awake, but already pushing back, definitely awake where it mattered.
John could clearly see Jack flashing the big smile and giving a wink, before he left John to make love to his partner in peace, although he couldn’t help suspecting that a bit of voyeurism might be taking place.
He hoped Jack would enjoy the show as much as he did.