Cliche freewrite: folding
I haven't actually read fic where Ianto does this, but then again I don't read smut or PWPs. Ok, so it's a cheap shot. I mock with love?
167 words, PG-13 for implied sekshual relayshuns omgomg.
folding freewrite
"Just a moment," said Ianto, and shook out his trousers.
Jack watched, aghast and naked, as Ianto deliberately removed every article of clothing, folded it, and stacked it neatly on the chair. "Are you serious?" Jack squeaked.
"This won't take long," Ianto assured him.
"But-I'm so hot!" Jack cried, and flexed his manly pectorals (if he concentrated, he could make his nipples dance.) "How can you wait for even two minutes?"
"Don't want any wrinkles, do I?" Ianto said mildly, sliding his fingers deftly along the creases. "This will save me a lot of ironing later."
Jack reached over the side of the bed to fish his cell phone out of his crumpled trouser pocket and hit the speed-dial. "Tosh, I need you to do a quick long-distance scan of Ianto's flat," he murmured, flicking a glance at Ianto. "I think he's under the influence of an alien entity or technology. Maybe a psychotropic drug." There was a short pause, then Jack shouted, "Yes, I'm sure!"
167 words, PG-13 for implied sekshual relayshuns omgomg.
folding freewrite
"Just a moment," said Ianto, and shook out his trousers.
Jack watched, aghast and naked, as Ianto deliberately removed every article of clothing, folded it, and stacked it neatly on the chair. "Are you serious?" Jack squeaked.
"This won't take long," Ianto assured him.
"But-I'm so hot!" Jack cried, and flexed his manly pectorals (if he concentrated, he could make his nipples dance.) "How can you wait for even two minutes?"
"Don't want any wrinkles, do I?" Ianto said mildly, sliding his fingers deftly along the creases. "This will save me a lot of ironing later."
Jack reached over the side of the bed to fish his cell phone out of his crumpled trouser pocket and hit the speed-dial. "Tosh, I need you to do a quick long-distance scan of Ianto's flat," he murmured, flicking a glance at Ianto. "I think he's under the influence of an alien entity or technology. Maybe a psychotropic drug." There was a short pause, then Jack shouted, "Yes, I'm sure!"