Christmas Comment!fics [2011]
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Last year, I offered comment!fic in a number of fandoms as a Christmas present to all you lovely folk out there. I got some wonderful prompts and really enjoyed myself writing ficlets for them, so I’ve decided to do the same this year. For those of you who don’t know how this works, let’s go over things:
( Basic Info )
Last year, I offered comment!fic in a number of fandoms as a Christmas present to all you lovely folk out there. I got some wonderful prompts and really enjoyed myself writing ficlets for them, so I’ve decided to do the same this year. For those of you who don’t know how this works, let’s go over things:
( Basic Info )
Ianto knows that he looks decent enough. He also knows he’s not stunning or eye-catching in any way. His face is the sort of face that blends into the crowd, and he rather likes it that way. It makes his job simpler, at any rate, and he quite likes watching the world go by without feeling constantly stared at. People’s eyes glide right over him and land on Jack, or Gwen, or really anyone else who’s attractive and confident and invites attention. Ianto’s just - average, and he’s gotten used to his utter mediocrity.
For this reason, it is always something of a surprise to him when someone flirts with him.
“I am, yes,” he tells the guy who’s just asked him if he’s here with someone. Random Guy (as Ianto mentally dubs him) looks slightly disappointed, but not in the least put off.
“At least let me buy you a drink,” he says, leaning into Ianto’s space. Ianto takes a discreet step back and glances at the bar-tender. He’s still putting Toshiko’s cocktail together.
“Actually, I’m the designated driver today,” Ianto says politely. “Sorry.”
“Buy you something without alcohol, then?” Random Guy asks.
“Um,” Ianto says. The disadvantage of being very rarely hit on is that he’s not very practiced at escaping anyone determined.
(Though - that might be how Jack had eventually lured him into bed, and Ianto’s not complaining about that outcome.)
“Hey, got the drinks yet?” Jack asks, as if summoned by Ianto’s stray thought.
“He’s making them now,” Ianto says, nodding towards the bar-tender.
“Good,” Jack says, and places an open-mouthed kiss on Ianto’s neck. “I’m parched. Friend of yours?” he asks, cocking his head towards Random Guy, who is now wearing a somewhat pole-axed look.
“Oh, we were just talking,” Ianto says. Jack wraps an arm around Ianto’s waist and gives Random Guy a smile that’s all teeth. “This is Jack,” Ianto adds, to Random Guy.
“Mike,” Random Guy says, through a rather fixed smile. “Your boyfriend, I take it?”
Jack hates that word. Ianto’s still not surprised when Jack agrees with another shark-like smile, and tucks his hand into the back pocket of Ianto’s jeans.
Their drinks arrive just then and Random Guy aka Mike takes the opportunity to scarper.
Ianto considers calling Jack out on his behaviour. If Jack can flirt with everyone in sight, surely he should extend the same courtesy to Ianto. But frankly, Ianto feels far too disgustingly gooey and sentimental at the moment to be able to properly dress Jack down for his little display of possessiveness. Jack’s not one for overt gestures, so Ianto will take what he can get.
“Grab the beers, will you?” he asks Jack, as he scoops up the other three glasses and expertly begins winding his way back to the rest of the team. He feels Jack hot on his heels, and a quick glance back tells him that Jack’s eyes are fixed firmly on Ianto’s rear.
If Ianto adds a little swagger to his walk - well, surely no one else will notice.
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