Well, that Went well
Title: Well, that went well
Fandon: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, Jack/Ianto
Summary: Sex in the cells? Will always lead to disaster.
Notes: Written for an_ardent_rain for the whedonland fic Fest. Prompt was Jack/Ianto and Disaster.
Ianto sat back against the wall, giving Jack that look. Jack just gave his best smile and a little shrug. Ianto rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, this isn’t that bad, is it? You, me, just the two of us, nice little space, no one to bother us?”
“And no way to get out until someone comes to bother us. And I wouldn’t exactly call this ‘nice’. Little, yes, but it’s definitely not nice.”
“Well, how was I to know the cells always go into automatic lock down? I thought I changed that feature.”
“You did, but then decided after the third time of Janet managing to escape that automatic lock down was essential and reset it. I believe that was two weeks ago. “ Ianto smirked at him. “Right around the time you were telling us it would never be a problem because your manipulator is always on you.”
Jack looked out of the cell at his wrist strap lying right next to the cell door. If the door wasn’t shut, he could just bend down and grab it, but with the door shut and locked, it might as well been in his office upstairs. “Ok, so next time we don’t leave a trail of clothes that include the manipulator when we want to have sex down here.”
“That’s assuming we have sex down here again. I think I’d rather prefer Naked Hide and Seek in the Hot house.” He smiled. “Even if you always cheat.”
“You love it when I cheat.” Jack looked up at the CCTV camera in the corner. “You know, you’d think someone would be in by now and notice their boss standing naked in a cell.”
“Are you really sure you want just anyone to find us? Do you remember what happened when Owen got himself in a similar situation?”
“That was his own fault for being down in the cells with a girl possessed with a sex crazed alien.”
Ianto shook his head. “And don’t you think they’ll consider it our own faults for getting ourselves locked in a cell just to have sex? And besides, I turned off that CCTV. Gwen’s walked in on us enough times, thank you. I’d rather not have the whole Team watching our little escapades.”
“Oh great, so we we’re stuck down here until feeding time. And I have no idea when that will be.”
“In another three or so hours.” Ianto had a little smirk as he said that. “Might as well kill the time while we’re waiting.”
Jack grinned at him. “Ianto Jones, I love the way you think.”
Three hours and forty five minutes later Tosh, Gwen and Owen walked into the cells, leaning against the far wall, smirking. Jack gave them the best boss glare despite being naked. Ianto sat in the corner with that look, wearing Jack’s great coat. “Are you three going to just stand there, or are you going to let us out. It’s a bit drafty in here. As I’m sure you remember, Owen.” Jack got the satisfaction of seeing Owen look away as both girls snickered at the memory.
Owen grumbled, but grabbed Jack’s wrist strap and handed it to Gwen, who was still laughing as she opened the door. Jack and Ianto walked out, gathering up their things as they headed upstairs. Ianto looked at Jack as they made their way to the office. “Well, that went well.” Jack just rolled his eyes and chuckled at the younger man.
Fandon: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, Jack/Ianto
Summary: Sex in the cells? Will always lead to disaster.
Notes: Written for an_ardent_rain for the whedonland fic Fest. Prompt was Jack/Ianto and Disaster.
Ianto sat back against the wall, giving Jack that look. Jack just gave his best smile and a little shrug. Ianto rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, this isn’t that bad, is it? You, me, just the two of us, nice little space, no one to bother us?”
“And no way to get out until someone comes to bother us. And I wouldn’t exactly call this ‘nice’. Little, yes, but it’s definitely not nice.”
“Well, how was I to know the cells always go into automatic lock down? I thought I changed that feature.”
“You did, but then decided after the third time of Janet managing to escape that automatic lock down was essential and reset it. I believe that was two weeks ago. “ Ianto smirked at him. “Right around the time you were telling us it would never be a problem because your manipulator is always on you.”
Jack looked out of the cell at his wrist strap lying right next to the cell door. If the door wasn’t shut, he could just bend down and grab it, but with the door shut and locked, it might as well been in his office upstairs. “Ok, so next time we don’t leave a trail of clothes that include the manipulator when we want to have sex down here.”
“That’s assuming we have sex down here again. I think I’d rather prefer Naked Hide and Seek in the Hot house.” He smiled. “Even if you always cheat.”
“You love it when I cheat.” Jack looked up at the CCTV camera in the corner. “You know, you’d think someone would be in by now and notice their boss standing naked in a cell.”
“Are you really sure you want just anyone to find us? Do you remember what happened when Owen got himself in a similar situation?”
“That was his own fault for being down in the cells with a girl possessed with a sex crazed alien.”
Ianto shook his head. “And don’t you think they’ll consider it our own faults for getting ourselves locked in a cell just to have sex? And besides, I turned off that CCTV. Gwen’s walked in on us enough times, thank you. I’d rather not have the whole Team watching our little escapades.”
“Oh great, so we we’re stuck down here until feeding time. And I have no idea when that will be.”
“In another three or so hours.” Ianto had a little smirk as he said that. “Might as well kill the time while we’re waiting.”
Jack grinned at him. “Ianto Jones, I love the way you think.”
Three hours and forty five minutes later Tosh, Gwen and Owen walked into the cells, leaning against the far wall, smirking. Jack gave them the best boss glare despite being naked. Ianto sat in the corner with that look, wearing Jack’s great coat. “Are you three going to just stand there, or are you going to let us out. It’s a bit drafty in here. As I’m sure you remember, Owen.” Jack got the satisfaction of seeing Owen look away as both girls snickered at the memory.
Owen grumbled, but grabbed Jack’s wrist strap and handed it to Gwen, who was still laughing as she opened the door. Jack and Ianto walked out, gathering up their things as they headed upstairs. Ianto looked at Jack as they made their way to the office. “Well, that went well.” Jack just rolled his eyes and chuckled at the younger man.