Fic: Jack
Title: Jack
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Written for redismycolour day 10 picture prompt.
Summary: Whipped Cream. Marshmallows. Chocolate flakes.
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Jack followed Ianto into his minimalistic kitchen with the outward intent to help even if Ianto would move everything around again when Jack left the room, but it was the thought that counted, right? Jack didn't get as far as a carrier bag as Ianto started bending over and all hope was lost. Jack's eyes never dropped, following that pert arse move around the kitchen, putting the shopping items away in the peculiar sense of order Ianto had in his home. His eyes glanced at Ianto's (large, soft, skilful) hands holding the last three items from his quick shop.
Whipped Cream. Marshmallows. Chocolate flakes.
Jack swallowed hard. Everyone, even Jack had seen the flake adverts - the sexiest adverts allowed before watershed. He mentally groaned, his imagination already running into overdrive as to what his resourceful Welshmen could do with those ingredients.
“Jack,” Ianto called, waving a hand in front of Jack's unmoving eyes. He startled, brought back into the present with a jerk; blue, stormy eyes meeting over the lone counter. “I said, go sit down - and take your shoes off - I'll be there in a moment.” Jack nodded, not trusting himself to say much more.
After kicking off his shoes in the direction of the front door, Jack slumped down on the sofa, stretching his legs out to ease the throbbing that was starting to become uncomfortable as he waited for Ianto to join him. He didn't have to wait long as Ianto's husky voice called, sounding louder as he slowly stepped into the living room.
Jack turned, his mouth dropping open in surprise, shock, and …. Captain Jack Harkness was speechless.
The Welshmen was carrying two full mugs of steaming hot chocolate, but that wasn't the best part. Oh no,
Four letters were haphazardly scrawled across the naked pale skin: Jack.
[Fin.]
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Written for redismycolour day 10 picture prompt.
Summary: Whipped Cream. Marshmallows. Chocolate flakes.
***
Jack followed Ianto into his minimalistic kitchen with the outward intent to help even if Ianto would move everything around again when Jack left the room, but it was the thought that counted, right? Jack didn't get as far as a carrier bag as Ianto started bending over and all hope was lost. Jack's eyes never dropped, following that pert arse move around the kitchen, putting the shopping items away in the peculiar sense of order Ianto had in his home. His eyes glanced at Ianto's (large, soft, skilful) hands holding the last three items from his quick shop.
Whipped Cream. Marshmallows. Chocolate flakes.
Jack swallowed hard. Everyone, even Jack had seen the flake adverts - the sexiest adverts allowed before watershed. He mentally groaned, his imagination already running into overdrive as to what his resourceful Welshmen could do with those ingredients.
“Jack,” Ianto called, waving a hand in front of Jack's unmoving eyes. He startled, brought back into the present with a jerk; blue, stormy eyes meeting over the lone counter. “I said, go sit down - and take your shoes off - I'll be there in a moment.” Jack nodded, not trusting himself to say much more.
After kicking off his shoes in the direction of the front door, Jack slumped down on the sofa, stretching his legs out to ease the throbbing that was starting to become uncomfortable as he waited for Ianto to join him. He didn't have to wait long as Ianto's husky voice called, sounding louder as he slowly stepped into the living room.
Jack turned, his mouth dropping open in surprise, shock, and …. Captain Jack Harkness was speechless.
The Welshmen was carrying two full mugs of steaming hot chocolate, but that wasn't the best part. Oh no,
Four letters were haphazardly scrawled across the naked pale skin: Jack.
[Fin.]