Heatwave: 4
Title: Private Journal Cpt. Jack Harkness Re: Heatwave
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: 14+
Genre: General/humour
Warnings/Spoilers: none really
Summary: Jack s private thoughts on the heat, the team and Ianto
So hot...
42 degrees Celsius in the hub; even more up there...
Who would have guessed that from all the things I could and probably do die of on a regular basis I would ever be close to dying of a heat stroke...
in Cardiff??
Can't think straight anymore
too hot
Ianto's doing his best to keep us hydrated.
Seeing him with rolled up sleeves clearly doesn't help me focussing.
Heat must be influencing my hormones.
Feel currently like fourteen year old boy in heights of puberty
horny and frustrated...no spots thankfully
None of us would survive a heated encounter now considering hub temperature and own arousal.
Tosh is trying her best to do something about our little problem; she'd better hurry:
I m really not sure for how much longer I can go on without either punching Owen or jumping Ianto
Both would be rather undesirable results; can t decide which would be worse:
Moaning Owen or angry Ianto angry Ianto I guess even if a moaning Owen is more than annoying.
Gwen's rather irritated; guess heat influences her mood; either that or she's premenstrual.
She just hit Owen...one reason more not to punch him today.
Ok, must focus on sitting the rift, have to keep myself from undressing Ianto with eyes and imagination.
Have formed following resolves:
I will not let myself be distracted by the heat
I will not let myself be distracted by Owen's annoying comments or Gwen's emotional outbursts
I will not let myself be distracted by my hormones
I will not let myself be distracted by the way the sweat is pearling over his flushed skin...
Or the fact that he stripped down to his shirt...which is almost translucent by now...
I will not let myself be distracted by the way the soaked fabric is clinging onto his perfectly sculptured body... slender built...perfect midriff...
Just realized that I'm drooling over my journal; can't afford to lose any more fluids than I already have.
...The way he looks is definitely not fair...
I d better not stand up within the next twenty minutes
Gwen ran off leaving after something Tosh said;
I forgot how protective she can become at times...
It took me thirty minutes to calm both women down.
Thankfully I got some time to relax before Tosh decided to get mean.
...Ianto is drinking water again...
I won't let myself be distracted by the movements of his adam's apple while he swallows the cold liquid
Or the way it trickles down around his pale throat...
...soaks his shirt... moistures his lips
Must have lost consciousness for a few minutes; either that or my brain shut down because of the heat and Ianto the sudden blood loss seems to be bad for my brains; I ve suddenly got a strange craving for strawberry ice cream.
Tosh says she s got it but it ll take some time until the engines start working; apparently she s using some of the older compartments of the air conditioning to get a better effect. Fine with me, as long as she gets this thing finally going!
Ianto s still away and the hub is moaning.
Kind of funny that everyone in this place looks post-orgasmic just lacking the orgasm-bit obviously
Like I said no sex in this heat, no matter how willing the participants are.
Can t believe I am writing this but I would forbid intercourse if anybody of this team would demand it now.
I doubt that I ll have to worry about this; everyone is suffering too much under the heat than to do something different than moaning. I m the only one who s still writing and I m just doing it to keep my head busy.
Not sure but I think Owen fainted.
Ok, Tosh just splashed him with lukewarm water;
he is already moaning again so I guess he is fine.
Gwen just suggested going into the vaults until the air conditioning begins to work
No bad idea, only drawback is that I have to wait for Ianto and to keep an eye on Myfanwy.
She doesn t seem to take the heat very well.
Sent the rest of the team down; it s enough when I m the only one suffering.
Now, watching Myfanwy trying to bathe is something quite spectacular, especially if it doesn t seem to work. I think I ll splash her with a water hose.
Note to self: Be prepared to get wet if you try to spray a pteranodon with water. It s the wings.
Good thing Ianto walked in back while I was still dripping wet. He seemed to like it very much.
The ice cream was really tasty; we didn t have bowls or spoons but well so many delicious ways to consume it if you re just inventive enough
We finished the ice cream before the air conditioning finally started its work.
Which was good because we both needed some splashing with the water hose by ourselves before the team returned. Forgot how sticky ice cream can be.
Owen and Gwen were mad because we ate the ice, Tosh just kept grinning at us.
I have no idea why.
Ianto s still dripping wet
Called him in for shower; didn t like the looks the others gave him.
There s nothing like a hot shower to recover from a literally hard day.
Its comfortable 28°C in the hub; everything is fine again and everybody resumed their regular work.
That s more like it.
I think strawberry may become our new favourite ice cream flavour; we ve still got to try the other ones before I can make a safe statement though there must be some coffee-flavoured ice out there.
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: 14+
Genre: General/humour
Warnings/Spoilers: none really
Summary: Jack s private thoughts on the heat, the team and Ianto
So hot...
42 degrees Celsius in the hub; even more up there...
Who would have guessed that from all the things I could and probably do die of on a regular basis I would ever be close to dying of a heat stroke...
in Cardiff??
Can't think straight anymore
too hot
Ianto's doing his best to keep us hydrated.
Seeing him with rolled up sleeves clearly doesn't help me focussing.
Heat must be influencing my hormones.
Feel currently like fourteen year old boy in heights of puberty
horny and frustrated...no spots thankfully
None of us would survive a heated encounter now considering hub temperature and own arousal.
Tosh is trying her best to do something about our little problem; she'd better hurry:
I m really not sure for how much longer I can go on without either punching Owen or jumping Ianto
Both would be rather undesirable results; can t decide which would be worse:
Moaning Owen or angry Ianto angry Ianto I guess even if a moaning Owen is more than annoying.
Gwen's rather irritated; guess heat influences her mood; either that or she's premenstrual.
She just hit Owen...one reason more not to punch him today.
Ok, must focus on sitting the rift, have to keep myself from undressing Ianto with eyes and imagination.
Have formed following resolves:
I will not let myself be distracted by the heat
I will not let myself be distracted by Owen's annoying comments or Gwen's emotional outbursts
I will not let myself be distracted by my hormones
I will not let myself be distracted by the way the sweat is pearling over his flushed skin...
Or the fact that he stripped down to his shirt...which is almost translucent by now...
I will not let myself be distracted by the way the soaked fabric is clinging onto his perfectly sculptured body... slender built...perfect midriff...
Just realized that I'm drooling over my journal; can't afford to lose any more fluids than I already have.
...The way he looks is definitely not fair...
I d better not stand up within the next twenty minutes
Gwen ran off leaving after something Tosh said;
I forgot how protective she can become at times...
It took me thirty minutes to calm both women down.
Thankfully I got some time to relax before Tosh decided to get mean.
...Ianto is drinking water again...
I won't let myself be distracted by the movements of his adam's apple while he swallows the cold liquid
Or the way it trickles down around his pale throat...
...soaks his shirt... moistures his lips
Must have lost consciousness for a few minutes; either that or my brain shut down because of the heat and Ianto the sudden blood loss seems to be bad for my brains; I ve suddenly got a strange craving for strawberry ice cream.
Tosh says she s got it but it ll take some time until the engines start working; apparently she s using some of the older compartments of the air conditioning to get a better effect. Fine with me, as long as she gets this thing finally going!
Ianto s still away and the hub is moaning.
Kind of funny that everyone in this place looks post-orgasmic just lacking the orgasm-bit obviously
Like I said no sex in this heat, no matter how willing the participants are.
Can t believe I am writing this but I would forbid intercourse if anybody of this team would demand it now.
I doubt that I ll have to worry about this; everyone is suffering too much under the heat than to do something different than moaning. I m the only one who s still writing and I m just doing it to keep my head busy.
Not sure but I think Owen fainted.
Ok, Tosh just splashed him with lukewarm water;
he is already moaning again so I guess he is fine.
Gwen just suggested going into the vaults until the air conditioning begins to work
No bad idea, only drawback is that I have to wait for Ianto and to keep an eye on Myfanwy.
She doesn t seem to take the heat very well.
Sent the rest of the team down; it s enough when I m the only one suffering.
Now, watching Myfanwy trying to bathe is something quite spectacular, especially if it doesn t seem to work. I think I ll splash her with a water hose.
Note to self: Be prepared to get wet if you try to spray a pteranodon with water. It s the wings.
Good thing Ianto walked in back while I was still dripping wet. He seemed to like it very much.
The ice cream was really tasty; we didn t have bowls or spoons but well so many delicious ways to consume it if you re just inventive enough
We finished the ice cream before the air conditioning finally started its work.
Which was good because we both needed some splashing with the water hose by ourselves before the team returned. Forgot how sticky ice cream can be.
Owen and Gwen were mad because we ate the ice, Tosh just kept grinning at us.
I have no idea why.
Ianto s still dripping wet
Called him in for shower; didn t like the looks the others gave him.
There s nothing like a hot shower to recover from a literally hard day.
Its comfortable 28°C in the hub; everything is fine again and everybody resumed their regular work.
That s more like it.
I think strawberry may become our new favourite ice cream flavour; we ve still got to try the other ones before I can make a safe statement though there must be some coffee-flavoured ice out there.