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Title: Innovative
Author: Unmikely
Rating: Fairly mild?
Warnings: Minor spoiler for Adrift.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It is all for fun.
Note: A lot of people were concerned about the timing of Ianto's "coffee break". I don't know what it says about me, but it never even occured to me that this wasn't the reason...
Ianto is impervious to the effects of caffeine by now, so it's not the late hour and concern for his sleep patterns that bothers jack. It is, rather, the blasé way in which Ianto takes coffee breaks in the middle of what he might, if pressed, refer to as dabbling.
Bleary eyed and satiated, collapsed with Jack on the floor of the armoury, it looked like he was struck by a jolt of electricity, the way he sat up suddenly, posture crisp as ever, and murmured something about coffee. He had his trousers back on and one arm in his shirt before Jack could process what was happening.
“Ianto,” he called across the Hub, but by then steam was building in the coffee machine and he went unheard. He paused briefly to consider dressing, but opted against it, the concrete floor of the armoury was okay on bare feet, and he hoped he didn't have to cross the metal grating to the coffee station before catching Ianto's attention. Standing at the door, he yelled louder, and this time Ianto held up one hand dismissively, stirring something into his drink with the other. Jack was ready to yell again when the young man finally turned back towards him.
“Oh no no,” warned the Captain as the other man approached. “You finish your coffee over there.”
Scalding liquids and naked bodies did not mix as far as Jack was concerned, but Ianto just smiled sweetly and moved closer. He played out one of those corny expressions from television advertisements as he stalked nearer, two hands on the mug, leaning in and inhaling coffee aroma with a dramatic sigh. Jack put his hands on his hips and shook his head.
“Coffee break is over,” he commanded, though he had yet to see Ianto take a single sip of his drink. They were standing toe-to-toe in the doorway to the armaments storage by then. Well-warmed fingers caught the underside of Jack's chin.
“Jack.” Ianto stared patiently at the other man, as if waiting for some as yet unshared epiphany to dawn on him.
“Mm?”
Ianto kissed him, pointedly drawing Jack's tongue into his mouth before breaking away. It wasn't fair, Ianto's eyes were clear to Jack's suddenly lust-blurred gaze. And he still held that damned cup of coffee off to one side.
“Jack,” he said again, waiting for Jack's focus to sharpen before raising his cup between them and taking a long drink. Jack frowned until Ianto kissed him again, the same tongue-pulling, pressurized move from before, only this time his mouth held some delicious magical heat, drawing Jack onto the balls of his feet, towards the warmth, blood flowing to his lips and mouth with a harsh groan.
“Oh,” he said when Ianto pulled away to sip at his coffee some more. And again when Ianto dropped to his knees. “Ohhh.”
Author: Unmikely
Rating: Fairly mild?
Warnings: Minor spoiler for Adrift.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It is all for fun.
Note: A lot of people were concerned about the timing of Ianto's "coffee break". I don't know what it says about me, but it never even occured to me that this wasn't the reason...
Ianto is impervious to the effects of caffeine by now, so it's not the late hour and concern for his sleep patterns that bothers jack. It is, rather, the blasé way in which Ianto takes coffee breaks in the middle of what he might, if pressed, refer to as dabbling.
Bleary eyed and satiated, collapsed with Jack on the floor of the armoury, it looked like he was struck by a jolt of electricity, the way he sat up suddenly, posture crisp as ever, and murmured something about coffee. He had his trousers back on and one arm in his shirt before Jack could process what was happening.
“Ianto,” he called across the Hub, but by then steam was building in the coffee machine and he went unheard. He paused briefly to consider dressing, but opted against it, the concrete floor of the armoury was okay on bare feet, and he hoped he didn't have to cross the metal grating to the coffee station before catching Ianto's attention. Standing at the door, he yelled louder, and this time Ianto held up one hand dismissively, stirring something into his drink with the other. Jack was ready to yell again when the young man finally turned back towards him.
“Oh no no,” warned the Captain as the other man approached. “You finish your coffee over there.”
Scalding liquids and naked bodies did not mix as far as Jack was concerned, but Ianto just smiled sweetly and moved closer. He played out one of those corny expressions from television advertisements as he stalked nearer, two hands on the mug, leaning in and inhaling coffee aroma with a dramatic sigh. Jack put his hands on his hips and shook his head.
“Coffee break is over,” he commanded, though he had yet to see Ianto take a single sip of his drink. They were standing toe-to-toe in the doorway to the armaments storage by then. Well-warmed fingers caught the underside of Jack's chin.
“Jack.” Ianto stared patiently at the other man, as if waiting for some as yet unshared epiphany to dawn on him.
“Mm?”
Ianto kissed him, pointedly drawing Jack's tongue into his mouth before breaking away. It wasn't fair, Ianto's eyes were clear to Jack's suddenly lust-blurred gaze. And he still held that damned cup of coffee off to one side.
“Jack,” he said again, waiting for Jack's focus to sharpen before raising his cup between them and taking a long drink. Jack frowned until Ianto kissed him again, the same tongue-pulling, pressurized move from before, only this time his mouth held some delicious magical heat, drawing Jack onto the balls of his feet, towards the warmth, blood flowing to his lips and mouth with a harsh groan.
“Oh,” he said when Ianto pulled away to sip at his coffee some more. And again when Ianto dropped to his knees. “Ohhh.”