(no subject)
Title: out on your corner in the pouring rain
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
It's long past midnight when Ianto hears the persistent rapping on his apartment door. He knows this because he manages a quick glance at the clock before he literally tumbles out of bed, landing in an undignified heap on the floor with the sheets tangled around his legs.
The knocking doesn't cease.
He pulls on a battered shirt and stumbles into the hallway, opening the door without looking to see who's behind it.
There's only one person stupid enough to call at this hour anyway.
"Hey," Jack smiles drunkenly, a sharp grin full of teeth.
"You're an idiot," is the dry response. Normal for nights like this.
Jack frowns at him. "Has anyone ever told you that you're the worst host ever?"
Ianto's vision is getting sharper, the haze of slumber falling away rapidly. His gaze zeros in on Jack, taking in his damp coat, soaking hair and smoky eyes, hazy with alcohol and lust. The rain patters on silently behind him.
"You're an idiot," Ianto repeats softly, running a hand through Jack's hair and collecting the water with his fingertips. A few stray drops drip down Jack's face, like freshwater tears.
Jack sways slightly, appearing not to have heard him.
Ianto huffs out a frustrated breath, already turning away from him and towards the kitchen. "If you're coming in, I'll make you some coffee."
Jack grins again, even though Ianto can't see it. He closes the door with his foot and follows. "Okay, your hosting skills are getting better."
And if Ianto hear him humming 'Me and Mrs Jones' while he blows Jack later, neither of them mention it.
(Except when Jack has to sign paperwork. Ammunition is ammunition, after all).
-
*makes a disgruntled noise* I needed to write something.