fic for Teach: Crayons over Cardiff
Crayons over Cardiff.
Title: Crayons over Cardiff.
characters: Jack/ Ianto, Baby towels, Gwen, Tosh, Owen, Teach.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood , Doctor Who or any of the characters ... They run around in my mind and after playing with them I return them unharmed.
Summary: Jack and Ianto have to leave their bed because of strange phenomenon. Or: how Teach got herself 1900 crayons and then some….
A/N Written for teachwriteslash, to let her know we love her and we think the world of her! And we thank Gingerl for prodding the bunnies.
Warnings: My first slashy one.
Spoilers: None
Rating: 17
“ Oh god…..oh god…oooooohhh yess” Ianto gripped the pillowcase behind him and tried to pull his legs up even further to give Jack a chance to hit the right spot with every stroke.
Jack buried his face in the soft curls on Ianto’s chest and with one last effort emptied himself in the eager Welshman.
As he desperately forced air back into his lungs, he realized Ianto was still rock-hard. “My, my” he smirked. ”We will have to take care of this nasty looking swelling before it’s going to pose a problem.”
Ianto tried to glare at him, but found it impossible to get his brain working in that direction. The only sound he could manage was “Guh” when Jack started to slowly stroke his throbbing erection.
“Where’s the lube?” he muttered, while rummaging between the sheets. With a whoop he held up the bottle and quickly started preparing himself promising Ianto the ride of a lifetime, when suddenly his wriststrap started beeping and both their cell-phones went off.
The men broke apart, cursing. “I can’t leave you in this state.” Jack chuckled and used his slicked hand to stroke and tease Ianto until he spurted his come over his abdomen.
Jack dove under the bed to retrieve his phone and a towel. With one hand he started wiping down Ianto and with the other he flipped the phone open to read the text message from Tosh.
“ We have to go to the Hub. The rift dumped some strange things there and Tosh states it is utter chaos over there, but not an end-of-the-world situation. ”
Ianto had already started the shower and by the time Jack had phoned in to say they were coming, he was toweling himself dry and promised Jack a cup of coffee to take along if he managed to keep his shower-time under 10 minutes.
Holding a cup of liquid nectar, Jack jumped in the SUV. Ianto did the driving and within 10 minutes they arrived at the Hub.
One look around confirmed it: Tosh was right, it was mayhem. Ianto considered just leaving and taking up all his accumulated holidays. Not to come back anywhere near the end of the next month..
Tosh had brought the babytowels with her and they had been sleeping under her desk when the rift dropped what looked like a lot of crayons all over the Hub. Of course they had woken up and were very excited by the new games they could play with the crayons..They started decorating the floors and the lower parts of the walls with drawings that kind of looked like people and coffee cups and towels.
Then they found out they could wipe the colors off again and it would give them pretty stains all over their towel-bodies. By now Matt was sulking in a corner, because he was the darkest towel the stains were not very visible on him. But George, the blue one, found a white crayon and drew some zebra stripes on him, chasing him over the desks and through the Hub.
This was one time Jack and Ianto were happy the towels could not produce sound or it would have been like a public swimmingpool with all the shouting and giggling bouncing of the tiled walls. Thank the gods for small mercies…
Tosh did a quick head-count and found two babies missing. “There!” Owen pointed.”They went into the archives!”
Ianto sprinted towards his sanctuary, fearing for all his books, boxes and pristine stacks of paper. He just caught Abbey and Brad, the intrepid duo, before they could do any damage.
After tucking all the babies back in their basket, the team looked at the damage done to the Hub..
The cog alarms went off and Gwen stepped in..”Sorry, I’m late.” she muttered, ”Couldn’t find my phone. I heard it, but it took me a while to dig it from the laundry basket.”
She stopped and gave the rest of the team her best guppy-look ever, mouth slightly open, eyes wide. “What happened here?”
Owen filled her in while Jack, Ianto and Tosh started planning the clean-up.
So, after a round of coffee they decided the crayons were just a fluke and not really alien or dangerous. Owen and Gwen started gathering them up and putting them in boxes while Ianto started cleaning and Tosh instructed the towels to help him.
They decided to leave one drawing intact, like a mural. It depicted the team (at least they thought it did). A figure in blue with a huge cloak, one in red holding something that looked like a coffeemug, a darkhaired woman cradling a basket with a riot of colors in it, another darkhaired figure with a pair of huge eyes and a scary looking man in a white coat……
Tosh wrote the date in a corner and decided to find something to preserve the picture with so it couldn’t be wiped off.
Jack went to his office to find a good home for the crayons..On his way up he collected a couple of every color and took them with him. He could think of some games to play with them later….
“Crayons.” He thought, flipping through his address book.” Children, schools….hmmm…Teach will know, now how do I contact her again…”
Thirty minutes later he bounded down the stairs wearing a happy grin. The Hub almost looked normal again, it was just very quiet…where was his team, where was Ianto?
A soft sound made him turn towards the utility room, where the whole team was gathered around the washing machine. They were laughing and pointing out things that were happening inside the machine.
Jack pushed his way to the front and first chuckled at the sight of the baby towels twirling around behind the glass door. But then he thought again. “You didn’t!” He exclaimed. “The poor things, that is much too hot for them!”
“No, Sir.” Ianto reassured him.” I specifically ordered this machine as it has a special setting for delicate materials. It takes less water and the temperature is just right, it also has a very gentle spin cycle..”
“You can always go and sell washing machines.” Jack laughed. “If this job ever starts to bore you.”
“Never bored, Sir. Ah, they’re ready. Shall we treat them to a ride in the dryer, Tosh? They did their best to clean up the mess they’ve made..?”
Tosh agreed and they took the towels out to have their fun in the dryer. All fluffy, warm and sleepy they emerged from the machine to be put to bed by mama Tosh and sleep off their big crayon adventure.
“So, did you find a way to dispose of the crayons yet, Sir?” Ianto asked. Only to be interrupted by Gwen:“There’s more. I ‘ve just come off the phone with the local police and they report more stuff appearing around the city. Andy says there are art supplies at the castle courtyard and the shopping street is covered in construction paper. Also there are bottles of glue floating in the bay and stickers all over the Plass. They’ve started collecting all the stuff. Can they bring it here?”
“Ianto, cook up a story for the newspapers, please!” Jack ordered.”I have to contact Teach again, this is bigger than I thought.”
“On it, Sir! Who is this Teach? If I may ask?”
“Make us your magic coffee after you’ve informed the papers and I will tell you. We’ll meet in the conference room in, say, 20 minutes?”
Ianto send Gwen to do some pastry-shopping and 30 minutes later they all found themselves in the conference room, sipping heavenly coffee and munching on still warm pastries.
“So…, Teach?” Ianto started the conversation.
“Long story, wish the Doctor was here, he explains it so much better.” Jack said, mouth full of pastry and spraying crumbs all over the table.
The next hour he tried to explain there were a variety of beliefs on how the universe was created. One of them being the idea of the ‘Writers’. Beings that made things happen by writing about it, inspired by Muses and bitten by so-called plotbunnies. Between them they had created ‘communities’ . And these formed the known Universe.
One of those ‘communities’ handled everything related to Torchwood and one of the higher ranking Writers happened to be Teach. She had the powers to make their lives happy, or miserable. But luckily she could be bribed by Ianto’s coffee making skills and lots of offerings called ‘comments’ to make them more happy than sad..
Among the Writers were others like Gingerlr(the writer behind the appearing of the baby-towels), cjharknessgirl, gracie-musica, buttononthetop, everlongsplace, missthingsplace, madder-rose, reddevilpoes and many many others..
Gwen muttered she had always known things happened beyond her control, Owen was huffing skeptically and Tosh just sat and listened. Ianto already knew as he was the one who actually read the files that passed their desks…
Teach was just what her name said…a teacher and she cared a lot for her profession. So..teaching…schools…children…crayons..it hadn’t taken long for Jack to realize he should contact her about the sudden wealth of materials for schoolchildren. (hoping it would get him into her good books and make her write more slash featuring him and Ianto) So he did and Teach knew just the person in need of crayons.
Gracie-musica’s mum, also a dedicated teacher, couldn’t get the funds to buy her class the crayons they so desperately wanted. So, problem solved…They would leave all the materials at the temple of the Writers and Teach would take care of the rest.
Jack’s eyes glazed over as he thought back to the favor he asked Teach and his leer made Ianto squirm in his seat. “What did you do, Jack?” he asked his lover.
Jack beamed his 1000 watt smile at him and winked.”Just wait , ‘till I get you home…”
“Right, people. Time to go home now. Gwen, you take care of the transport of the boxes to the library. Just leave them there and don’t try to get a sneak peek at Teach and her friends. They won’t show up as long as you’re there.”
“Ianto, with me!” Jack stormed out of the hub, his coat billowing behind him, while Owen shot Ianto a somewhat pitying look. “Ah, the poor Tea-boy, home on time and still no change to get some sleep.”
As Jack disappeared into the bathroom, Ianto asked again: “What did you do?”
“I asked Teach to write us a bit of slash where we make good use of the crayons. I do hope she found the time and the muses to do that for us. In fact…I think she did .” He made a sound between a moan and a chuckle. “Close your eyes…I’ve got a surprise for you!”
Jack led him to the bedroom and sat his lover down on the bed. “You can open them again. Now, just follow the instructions..”
Ianto opened his eyes and found Jack in front of him, stark naked, his whole body covered in crayon scribbles, arrows and instructions as to do what to which part.
After wiping the tears from his eyes, he had never laughed so much in his whole life, he deadpanned: ” We cannot let Teach down, so let’s get to work, Sir.”
Never had he stripped so quickly while reading the first instruction. He decided to work from the top down…so much to do, so little time to do it in…
“Kiss” it said on Jack’s upperlip with an arrow pointing to his mouth.
Owen was so right…no sleep tonight…
This entry was originally posted at http://reddevilpoes.dreamwidth.org/702.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Title: Crayons over Cardiff.
characters: Jack/ Ianto, Baby towels, Gwen, Tosh, Owen, Teach.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood , Doctor Who or any of the characters ... They run around in my mind and after playing with them I return them unharmed.
Summary: Jack and Ianto have to leave their bed because of strange phenomenon. Or: how Teach got herself 1900 crayons and then some….
A/N Written for teachwriteslash, to let her know we love her and we think the world of her! And we thank Gingerl for prodding the bunnies.
Warnings: My first slashy one.
Spoilers: None
Rating: 17
“ Oh god…..oh god…oooooohhh yess” Ianto gripped the pillowcase behind him and tried to pull his legs up even further to give Jack a chance to hit the right spot with every stroke.
Jack buried his face in the soft curls on Ianto’s chest and with one last effort emptied himself in the eager Welshman.
As he desperately forced air back into his lungs, he realized Ianto was still rock-hard. “My, my” he smirked. ”We will have to take care of this nasty looking swelling before it’s going to pose a problem.”
Ianto tried to glare at him, but found it impossible to get his brain working in that direction. The only sound he could manage was “Guh” when Jack started to slowly stroke his throbbing erection.
“Where’s the lube?” he muttered, while rummaging between the sheets. With a whoop he held up the bottle and quickly started preparing himself promising Ianto the ride of a lifetime, when suddenly his wriststrap started beeping and both their cell-phones went off.
The men broke apart, cursing. “I can’t leave you in this state.” Jack chuckled and used his slicked hand to stroke and tease Ianto until he spurted his come over his abdomen.
Jack dove under the bed to retrieve his phone and a towel. With one hand he started wiping down Ianto and with the other he flipped the phone open to read the text message from Tosh.
“ We have to go to the Hub. The rift dumped some strange things there and Tosh states it is utter chaos over there, but not an end-of-the-world situation. ”
Ianto had already started the shower and by the time Jack had phoned in to say they were coming, he was toweling himself dry and promised Jack a cup of coffee to take along if he managed to keep his shower-time under 10 minutes.
Holding a cup of liquid nectar, Jack jumped in the SUV. Ianto did the driving and within 10 minutes they arrived at the Hub.
One look around confirmed it: Tosh was right, it was mayhem. Ianto considered just leaving and taking up all his accumulated holidays. Not to come back anywhere near the end of the next month..
Tosh had brought the babytowels with her and they had been sleeping under her desk when the rift dropped what looked like a lot of crayons all over the Hub. Of course they had woken up and were very excited by the new games they could play with the crayons..They started decorating the floors and the lower parts of the walls with drawings that kind of looked like people and coffee cups and towels.
Then they found out they could wipe the colors off again and it would give them pretty stains all over their towel-bodies. By now Matt was sulking in a corner, because he was the darkest towel the stains were not very visible on him. But George, the blue one, found a white crayon and drew some zebra stripes on him, chasing him over the desks and through the Hub.
This was one time Jack and Ianto were happy the towels could not produce sound or it would have been like a public swimmingpool with all the shouting and giggling bouncing of the tiled walls. Thank the gods for small mercies…
Tosh did a quick head-count and found two babies missing. “There!” Owen pointed.”They went into the archives!”
Ianto sprinted towards his sanctuary, fearing for all his books, boxes and pristine stacks of paper. He just caught Abbey and Brad, the intrepid duo, before they could do any damage.
After tucking all the babies back in their basket, the team looked at the damage done to the Hub..
The cog alarms went off and Gwen stepped in..”Sorry, I’m late.” she muttered, ”Couldn’t find my phone. I heard it, but it took me a while to dig it from the laundry basket.”
She stopped and gave the rest of the team her best guppy-look ever, mouth slightly open, eyes wide. “What happened here?”
Owen filled her in while Jack, Ianto and Tosh started planning the clean-up.
So, after a round of coffee they decided the crayons were just a fluke and not really alien or dangerous. Owen and Gwen started gathering them up and putting them in boxes while Ianto started cleaning and Tosh instructed the towels to help him.
They decided to leave one drawing intact, like a mural. It depicted the team (at least they thought it did). A figure in blue with a huge cloak, one in red holding something that looked like a coffeemug, a darkhaired woman cradling a basket with a riot of colors in it, another darkhaired figure with a pair of huge eyes and a scary looking man in a white coat……
Tosh wrote the date in a corner and decided to find something to preserve the picture with so it couldn’t be wiped off.
Jack went to his office to find a good home for the crayons..On his way up he collected a couple of every color and took them with him. He could think of some games to play with them later….
“Crayons.” He thought, flipping through his address book.” Children, schools….hmmm…Teach will know, now how do I contact her again…”
Thirty minutes later he bounded down the stairs wearing a happy grin. The Hub almost looked normal again, it was just very quiet…where was his team, where was Ianto?
A soft sound made him turn towards the utility room, where the whole team was gathered around the washing machine. They were laughing and pointing out things that were happening inside the machine.
Jack pushed his way to the front and first chuckled at the sight of the baby towels twirling around behind the glass door. But then he thought again. “You didn’t!” He exclaimed. “The poor things, that is much too hot for them!”
“No, Sir.” Ianto reassured him.” I specifically ordered this machine as it has a special setting for delicate materials. It takes less water and the temperature is just right, it also has a very gentle spin cycle..”
“You can always go and sell washing machines.” Jack laughed. “If this job ever starts to bore you.”
“Never bored, Sir. Ah, they’re ready. Shall we treat them to a ride in the dryer, Tosh? They did their best to clean up the mess they’ve made..?”
Tosh agreed and they took the towels out to have their fun in the dryer. All fluffy, warm and sleepy they emerged from the machine to be put to bed by mama Tosh and sleep off their big crayon adventure.
“So, did you find a way to dispose of the crayons yet, Sir?” Ianto asked. Only to be interrupted by Gwen:“There’s more. I ‘ve just come off the phone with the local police and they report more stuff appearing around the city. Andy says there are art supplies at the castle courtyard and the shopping street is covered in construction paper. Also there are bottles of glue floating in the bay and stickers all over the Plass. They’ve started collecting all the stuff. Can they bring it here?”
“Ianto, cook up a story for the newspapers, please!” Jack ordered.”I have to contact Teach again, this is bigger than I thought.”
“On it, Sir! Who is this Teach? If I may ask?”
“Make us your magic coffee after you’ve informed the papers and I will tell you. We’ll meet in the conference room in, say, 20 minutes?”
Ianto send Gwen to do some pastry-shopping and 30 minutes later they all found themselves in the conference room, sipping heavenly coffee and munching on still warm pastries.
“So…, Teach?” Ianto started the conversation.
“Long story, wish the Doctor was here, he explains it so much better.” Jack said, mouth full of pastry and spraying crumbs all over the table.
The next hour he tried to explain there were a variety of beliefs on how the universe was created. One of them being the idea of the ‘Writers’. Beings that made things happen by writing about it, inspired by Muses and bitten by so-called plotbunnies. Between them they had created ‘communities’ . And these formed the known Universe.
One of those ‘communities’ handled everything related to Torchwood and one of the higher ranking Writers happened to be Teach. She had the powers to make their lives happy, or miserable. But luckily she could be bribed by Ianto’s coffee making skills and lots of offerings called ‘comments’ to make them more happy than sad..
Among the Writers were others like Gingerlr(the writer behind the appearing of the baby-towels), cjharknessgirl, gracie-musica, buttononthetop, everlongsplace, missthingsplace, madder-rose, reddevilpoes and many many others..
Gwen muttered she had always known things happened beyond her control, Owen was huffing skeptically and Tosh just sat and listened. Ianto already knew as he was the one who actually read the files that passed their desks…
Teach was just what her name said…a teacher and she cared a lot for her profession. So..teaching…schools…children…crayons..it hadn’t taken long for Jack to realize he should contact her about the sudden wealth of materials for schoolchildren. (hoping it would get him into her good books and make her write more slash featuring him and Ianto) So he did and Teach knew just the person in need of crayons.
Gracie-musica’s mum, also a dedicated teacher, couldn’t get the funds to buy her class the crayons they so desperately wanted. So, problem solved…They would leave all the materials at the temple of the Writers and Teach would take care of the rest.
Jack’s eyes glazed over as he thought back to the favor he asked Teach and his leer made Ianto squirm in his seat. “What did you do, Jack?” he asked his lover.
Jack beamed his 1000 watt smile at him and winked.”Just wait , ‘till I get you home…”
“Right, people. Time to go home now. Gwen, you take care of the transport of the boxes to the library. Just leave them there and don’t try to get a sneak peek at Teach and her friends. They won’t show up as long as you’re there.”
“Ianto, with me!” Jack stormed out of the hub, his coat billowing behind him, while Owen shot Ianto a somewhat pitying look. “Ah, the poor Tea-boy, home on time and still no change to get some sleep.”
As Jack disappeared into the bathroom, Ianto asked again: “What did you do?”
“I asked Teach to write us a bit of slash where we make good use of the crayons. I do hope she found the time and the muses to do that for us. In fact…I think she did .” He made a sound between a moan and a chuckle. “Close your eyes…I’ve got a surprise for you!”
Jack led him to the bedroom and sat his lover down on the bed. “You can open them again. Now, just follow the instructions..”
Ianto opened his eyes and found Jack in front of him, stark naked, his whole body covered in crayon scribbles, arrows and instructions as to do what to which part.
After wiping the tears from his eyes, he had never laughed so much in his whole life, he deadpanned: ” We cannot let Teach down, so let’s get to work, Sir.”
Never had he stripped so quickly while reading the first instruction. He decided to work from the top down…so much to do, so little time to do it in…
“Kiss” it said on Jack’s upperlip with an arrow pointing to his mouth.
Owen was so right…no sleep tonight…
This entry was originally posted at http://reddevilpoes.dreamwidth.org/702.html. Please comment there using OpenID.