Fic: Incentives
Title: Incentives
Characters: Jack, Ianto, mentions of team.
Summary: Jack has a lot of paperwork to do, and Ianto is playing hard to get.
Dedicated to ice_elf who gave me: Jack/Ianto and paperwork, to work with.
A/N: This is too cute for my usual tastes, but the boys just wouldn't behave!
Counter: 2/10 prompt fics written.
***
"Jack, you're going to finish these reports tonight or no sex. Ever. Again." As he spoke, Ianto carefully positioned the six inch stack of paperwork onto Jack's desk whilst simultaneously placing the steaming mug of coffee next to it. Jack still stood in the doorway of his office where Ianto had left him mere moments ago, because really, all he wanted to do right now was shag Ianto up against the wall and then hopefully have a quiet night in. No such luck, Jack thought with a loud groan.
"But you're not doing this with the others," Jack complained, finally moving from his place at the door and throwing himself down into his chair just in case Ianto hadn't noticed that he was very unhappy.
"Tosh always finishes her reports within a day, Gwen finishes them if I give her a gentle push, and Owen - well, Owen completes them only when no coffee is available for him."
"But-"
"No 'buts', Jack, if you'd complete them when I first give them to you, they wouldn't build up, would they?"
"It's your own fault!" Jack exclaimed.
One eloquent eyebrow rose in skepticism. "How so?"
"You're very distracting, Ianto, especially in that cute suit; y'know the one with the red tie...." Jack's eyes glittered mischieviously as he licked his lips sensually and grinned his cat-got-the-cream grin; Ianto had to move his files inconspicuously to cover the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Stop it, Jack," the man in question chastised. "I'm going down to the Archives and I'll be back in an hour or two and I expect to see you working...."
Jack watched Ianto (read; Ianto's arse) leave the room before settling more comfortably into his chair, a pen tapping aimlessly against the hard desk.
"This is going to be a long night," Jack muttered, eventually pulling the pile closer to himself to begin reading.
two hours later;
"Jack?" Ianto walked into the empty office, ready to do whatever necessary to get that damned Captain to actually complete his own paperwork. "Jack?!" Ianto called again, but only silence greeted him. As he stepped forward towards Jack's manhole, a pink post-it note caught Ianto's eye from the desk, the small square placed atop of the pile of paperwork, all of which had been completed, signed and dated: 'Finished, with time to spare,' it read in Jack's joined handwriting. Another note was stuck to the empty coffee mug: 'Meet me downstairs?'
* * *"Jack, I'm very impressed," Ianto complimented his captain as he descended the metal rungs. Jack grinned at the simple praise, but said nothing for a moment, turning only to look Ianto straight in the eye when he reached the floor.
Jack shrugged his shoulders almost bashfully. "I just had a good incentive,"
"Lack of sex," Ianto guessed knowledgeably, a questioning eyebrow rising towards his hairline at Jack's shake of the head.
"No," Jack voiced, pressing a soft kiss to Ianto's lips and whispering his next words against them. "Lack of you."
Both men let the silence fall over them. Ianto's hand ran down Jack's side to grasp the older man's fingers in his own, taking and giving something neither really realised.
"You know," Ianto said quietly, eventually breaking the moment, "now that I know you can do your paperwork all by yourself..." He trailed off, a small smirk appearing on his handsome face again. Jack groaned loudly, burying his face into Ianto's shoulder and pushing him down onto the bed, happy to finally be able to start the ravishing.
[Fin.]
Characters: Jack, Ianto, mentions of team.
Summary: Jack has a lot of paperwork to do, and Ianto is playing hard to get.
Dedicated to ice_elf who gave me: Jack/Ianto and paperwork, to work with.
A/N: This is too cute for my usual tastes, but the boys just wouldn't behave!
Counter: 2/10 prompt fics written.
***
"Jack, you're going to finish these reports tonight or no sex. Ever. Again." As he spoke, Ianto carefully positioned the six inch stack of paperwork onto Jack's desk whilst simultaneously placing the steaming mug of coffee next to it. Jack still stood in the doorway of his office where Ianto had left him mere moments ago, because really, all he wanted to do right now was shag Ianto up against the wall and then hopefully have a quiet night in. No such luck, Jack thought with a loud groan.
"But you're not doing this with the others," Jack complained, finally moving from his place at the door and throwing himself down into his chair just in case Ianto hadn't noticed that he was very unhappy.
"Tosh always finishes her reports within a day, Gwen finishes them if I give her a gentle push, and Owen - well, Owen completes them only when no coffee is available for him."
"But-"
"No 'buts', Jack, if you'd complete them when I first give them to you, they wouldn't build up, would they?"
"It's your own fault!" Jack exclaimed.
One eloquent eyebrow rose in skepticism. "How so?"
"You're very distracting, Ianto, especially in that cute suit; y'know the one with the red tie...." Jack's eyes glittered mischieviously as he licked his lips sensually and grinned his cat-got-the-cream grin; Ianto had to move his files inconspicuously to cover the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Stop it, Jack," the man in question chastised. "I'm going down to the Archives and I'll be back in an hour or two and I expect to see you working...."
Jack watched Ianto (read; Ianto's arse) leave the room before settling more comfortably into his chair, a pen tapping aimlessly against the hard desk.
"This is going to be a long night," Jack muttered, eventually pulling the pile closer to himself to begin reading.
two hours later;
"Jack?" Ianto walked into the empty office, ready to do whatever necessary to get that damned Captain to actually complete his own paperwork. "Jack?!" Ianto called again, but only silence greeted him. As he stepped forward towards Jack's manhole, a pink post-it note caught Ianto's eye from the desk, the small square placed atop of the pile of paperwork, all of which had been completed, signed and dated: 'Finished, with time to spare,' it read in Jack's joined handwriting. Another note was stuck to the empty coffee mug: 'Meet me downstairs?'
* * *"Jack, I'm very impressed," Ianto complimented his captain as he descended the metal rungs. Jack grinned at the simple praise, but said nothing for a moment, turning only to look Ianto straight in the eye when he reached the floor.
Jack shrugged his shoulders almost bashfully. "I just had a good incentive,"
"Lack of sex," Ianto guessed knowledgeably, a questioning eyebrow rising towards his hairline at Jack's shake of the head.
"No," Jack voiced, pressing a soft kiss to Ianto's lips and whispering his next words against them. "Lack of you."
Both men let the silence fall over them. Ianto's hand ran down Jack's side to grasp the older man's fingers in his own, taking and giving something neither really realised.
"You know," Ianto said quietly, eventually breaking the moment, "now that I know you can do your paperwork all by yourself..." He trailed off, a small smirk appearing on his handsome face again. Jack groaned loudly, burying his face into Ianto's shoulder and pushing him down onto the bed, happy to finally be able to start the ravishing.
[Fin.]