Fic - Me and Mr Jones
I'm feeling mellow, so off with the angst and the hidden agendas, and on with the fluff. Well, as fluffy as my Torchwood self can be :)
Title: Me and Mr Jones
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Setting: Post-They Keep Killing...
For slashthedrabble's Old Challenges Revisited - #003 Out Loud and smut_69 - prompt #66, wrong
My Jack/Ianto Smut Table
Me and Mr Jones
He hadn't felt so… light in a long time, and who knew how long this ridiculously giddy sensation would last? So, best make the most of it, huh? Jack spun round in his chair, grin spreading across his face. It actually hurt, smiling so much; made his cheek muscles ache.
He caught flashes of him out of the corner of his eye, with every revolution. Making his way from Tosh, to Gwen, pausing for a moment to accept her thanks. Any second now… Oh yes! Striding towards his office, dead-pan expression, coffee cup in hand. Damn, that was one cute suit! Never mind that he wore it like armour. Jack knew what lay beneath. Made him feel like singing. Something else he hadn't done in a long time...
"Me and Mr Jones…"
"Sir?"
"We got a thing going on…"
"Sir!"
"We both know that it's wrong…" Like hell they did! Like hell it was!
"Captain!"
The cup rattled in its saucer, the office door slamming shut with more force than Ianto had intended.
"But it's much too strong to let it cool down now…"
"Jack, we had a deal."
Jack's chair came to an abrupt halt, leaving him gazing haplessly up into Ianto's frown.
"What?!"
"You were singing, sir."
"I was?"
"Out loud." Ianto reprimanded, with a stiff nod towards a wide-eyed Gwen.
"Oh." Jack tried to pull a contrite expression out of his repertoire. Failed. "Sorry. I guess that means…?"
"Yes sir, it does."
The grin reappeared; he just couldn't help himself. "Well, a deal's a deal, so I guess I have it coming."
"Yes sir, you do. Downstairs." Ianto glanced at his wristwatch. "In thirty minutes." He carefully set down the coffee and turned to leave.
"Really? With the others still…?" This day just kept getting better and better! And look at the way his knuckles whitened as he grasped the doorknob! "You're a very resourceful man, Ianto Jones…"
"I am, sir."
"I'll look forward to it" Jack called after him, savouring the almost imperceptible way the besuited shoulders stiffened at this second indiscretion. He could almost taste the suppressed annoyance. But when Ianto looked back, just for a moment, there was the tiniest trace of a smile on those beautiful, secretive lips. Oh yeah, he had it coming alright! Jack shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat. And this was going to be a very long thirty minutes…
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Me and Mrs Jones, written by Kenny Gamble, Leon Huff and C. Gilbert
Title: Me and Mr Jones
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Setting: Post-They Keep Killing...
For slashthedrabble's Old Challenges Revisited - #003 Out Loud and smut_69 - prompt #66, wrong
My Jack/Ianto Smut Table
Me and Mr Jones
He hadn't felt so… light in a long time, and who knew how long this ridiculously giddy sensation would last? So, best make the most of it, huh? Jack spun round in his chair, grin spreading across his face. It actually hurt, smiling so much; made his cheek muscles ache.
He caught flashes of him out of the corner of his eye, with every revolution. Making his way from Tosh, to Gwen, pausing for a moment to accept her thanks. Any second now… Oh yes! Striding towards his office, dead-pan expression, coffee cup in hand. Damn, that was one cute suit! Never mind that he wore it like armour. Jack knew what lay beneath. Made him feel like singing. Something else he hadn't done in a long time...
"Me and Mr Jones…"
"Sir?"
"We got a thing going on…"
"Sir!"
"We both know that it's wrong…" Like hell they did! Like hell it was!
"Captain!"
The cup rattled in its saucer, the office door slamming shut with more force than Ianto had intended.
"But it's much too strong to let it cool down now…"
"Jack, we had a deal."
Jack's chair came to an abrupt halt, leaving him gazing haplessly up into Ianto's frown.
"What?!"
"You were singing, sir."
"I was?"
"Out loud." Ianto reprimanded, with a stiff nod towards a wide-eyed Gwen.
"Oh." Jack tried to pull a contrite expression out of his repertoire. Failed. "Sorry. I guess that means…?"
"Yes sir, it does."
The grin reappeared; he just couldn't help himself. "Well, a deal's a deal, so I guess I have it coming."
"Yes sir, you do. Downstairs." Ianto glanced at his wristwatch. "In thirty minutes." He carefully set down the coffee and turned to leave.
"Really? With the others still…?" This day just kept getting better and better! And look at the way his knuckles whitened as he grasped the doorknob! "You're a very resourceful man, Ianto Jones…"
"I am, sir."
"I'll look forward to it" Jack called after him, savouring the almost imperceptible way the besuited shoulders stiffened at this second indiscretion. He could almost taste the suppressed annoyance. But when Ianto looked back, just for a moment, there was the tiniest trace of a smile on those beautiful, secretive lips. Oh yeah, he had it coming alright! Jack shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat. And this was going to be a very long thirty minutes…
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Me and Mrs Jones, written by Kenny Gamble, Leon Huff and C. Gilbert