Torchwood: How To Spend Your Saturday Night. Jack/Ianto ficlet, PG-13.
Title: How To Spend Your Saturday Night
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None.
Length: Ficlet, 404 words.
Summary: Jack and Ianto attempt to investigate a local club for alien lifeforms, but the locals are much more intimidating.
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"I used to love this."
Jack turned his head and fixed his eyes on Ianto. "Clubbing?"
"Yeah," said Ianto. He smiled, still watching the crowds pour into the building. There were supposed to be aliens in there. How would they even hope to find anything? He straightened up from where he had been leaning against a badly plastered wall and slid his hands into his pockets. "I'm not as old as you, sir. I can still remember what it was like to have fun."
"I have fun!" Jack protested. "Lots of fun."
Ianto met his eye, then. His eyebrow was arched high on his brow. "No, you don't. You have Torchwood."
Jack laughed, full and loud. "Good point."
"I haven't been in one for years though. Should we go in?" the younger man asked. He had the look of a man preparing to step into battle naked and wielding a spatula.
"What do you think?"
Ianto breathed in though his nose, weighing up the possibilities. "How humanoid are these aliens?"
"Very," said Jack. He crossed his arms and nodded to the stream of drunken young people tottering around in heels or spilling cheap cans of lager as the club engulfed them. "More than a lot of them, I bet."
"Then are we really likely to find anything, sir?" asked Ianto. There was a flash of something dangerously provocative in his eye.
"No. You're right," said Jack, then smirked and spoke into his earpiece. In a moment he'd ordered the other three down to the club; they would have a good excuse for a night out, and probably find nothing, but it was worth a try. He grinned his wide, infectious grin at Ianto. "Now. We were talking about fun...?"
"Don't tell me you had ulterior motives when you shoved the job onto your employees?" Ianto said, his eyes the perfect picture of shocked innocence, but that spark was still there. "Jack, you're hopeless. I'm going home."
"Great. I can come with you," the Captain replied. He grabbed Ianto's hand and tugged him close enough that he could feel his heart thumping in his chest, then whispered close to his ear. "At Torchwood, we have to make our own kind of fun."
"I think I can live with that," Ianto said, swallowing thickly. He pushed Jack back against the wall and kissed him thoroughly.
One of the aliens walking into the club whistled its approval.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None.
Length: Ficlet, 404 words.
Summary: Jack and Ianto attempt to investigate a local club for alien lifeforms, but the locals are much more intimidating.
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"I used to love this."
Jack turned his head and fixed his eyes on Ianto. "Clubbing?"
"Yeah," said Ianto. He smiled, still watching the crowds pour into the building. There were supposed to be aliens in there. How would they even hope to find anything? He straightened up from where he had been leaning against a badly plastered wall and slid his hands into his pockets. "I'm not as old as you, sir. I can still remember what it was like to have fun."
"I have fun!" Jack protested. "Lots of fun."
Ianto met his eye, then. His eyebrow was arched high on his brow. "No, you don't. You have Torchwood."
Jack laughed, full and loud. "Good point."
"I haven't been in one for years though. Should we go in?" the younger man asked. He had the look of a man preparing to step into battle naked and wielding a spatula.
"What do you think?"
Ianto breathed in though his nose, weighing up the possibilities. "How humanoid are these aliens?"
"Very," said Jack. He crossed his arms and nodded to the stream of drunken young people tottering around in heels or spilling cheap cans of lager as the club engulfed them. "More than a lot of them, I bet."
"Then are we really likely to find anything, sir?" asked Ianto. There was a flash of something dangerously provocative in his eye.
"No. You're right," said Jack, then smirked and spoke into his earpiece. In a moment he'd ordered the other three down to the club; they would have a good excuse for a night out, and probably find nothing, but it was worth a try. He grinned his wide, infectious grin at Ianto. "Now. We were talking about fun...?"
"Don't tell me you had ulterior motives when you shoved the job onto your employees?" Ianto said, his eyes the perfect picture of shocked innocence, but that spark was still there. "Jack, you're hopeless. I'm going home."
"Great. I can come with you," the Captain replied. He grabbed Ianto's hand and tugged him close enough that he could feel his heart thumping in his chest, then whispered close to his ear. "At Torchwood, we have to make our own kind of fun."
"I think I can live with that," Ianto said, swallowing thickly. He pushed Jack back against the wall and kissed him thoroughly.
One of the aliens walking into the club whistled its approval.