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[greatcoatcapt]

Who: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones [and any other brave souls if they end up stopping by, tagging along, etc]
What: Ianto Jones... gets a tattoo.
Where: Starting at Ianto's, then a tattoo parlour
When: 2 February; Early evening
Rating: Innuendo abounds, but most likely PG-13ish
Status: openish; incomplete

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[teapot_jones]

Stir crazy Jack is exactly why Ianto proposed that Jack get himself a job of some sort. Or two jobs. Something like that. It took a lot to keep Jack occupied, he knew, and while he loved having the Captain about the house, he really was getting on Ianto's nerves. Not too much, though.

When he wandered into the little living room, Ianto smacked lightly at Jack's foot, boots on the couch, really?, and perched himself on the armrest when the boot retreated. "Alright, I think I know what I want to get. It might take a while, though." He was talking about tattoos.

What he had in mind wasn't small.

[greatcoatcapt]

The boot retreated and Jack easily spun himself around, leaning his head back against Ianto's leg as opposed to the arm rest. There was, of course, an ulterior motive to his movements. With Ianto on that side, Jack could prop his boot up once more on the other side. He was nothing but childish at some times.

"Oh?" Jack asked, craning his head to look up at Ianto. "Well, I realise getting 'property of Jack Harkness' tattooed across your arse may take a bit, especially if it's done in that frilly font." He grinned devilishly up at Ianto. "Seriously, though -- what are you thinking of getting?

[teapot_jones]

Jack was a pain in the arse sometimes and Ianto found himself frowning at the boot on the armrest. He was positive that Jack would ignore the frown with cheerful aplomb. It was just how their banter went, he supposed. He also hoped that Jack knew better than to get dirt on the furniture.

Who knew?

He tugged on Jack's hair and snorted. "While I realize that putting your name on my arse in a painful fashion is very apropos, I was thinking about something else. The Welsh dragon. Not on my arse, though," he added in a hurry and pushed at Jack's shoulder. "Let's go check out prices. I'm going a bit barmy between the house and the shop." Tattooing isn't quite the adventure he had in mind, but it was something to do, he supposed.

[greatcoatcapt]

Jack, however, was a very good boy and had made sure there wasn't a lick of dirt on his boots when he originally kicked one up. He didn't quite fancy 'sleeping' on said couch if Ianto decided to get bitchy about dirt and the sofa. Jack may like to annoy, but he also knew how to keep himself out of trouble.

Usually.

"Well, it was worth the thought," Jack replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Then again, suppose staring at my name isn't necessarily how I want to spend the next" few decades "few years." Jack spoke without pause, though mentally inserted the phrase. "Welsh dragon?" he asked, swinging his legs around and popping to his feet. "Where?"

[teapot_jones]

Their own beginning. It was fitting, somehow, even if it seemed too complicated by far. And, somewhere in his head, Ianto knew that Jack really didn't understand entirely what he was trying to say. It wasn't completely balls up, though, he reckoned. They had a chance. It's what most people got, wasn't it? A chance.

Bloody hell. When did he become so bloody introspective? And why did he feel so ... fragile?

"Me barmy? Who stumbled down the stairs when I mentioned the tattoo in the first place?" Ianto sallied back and made his way over towards the counter where he leaned and began to describe in detail what it was, exactly, that he wanted. The tattoo artist nodded and sketched as they talked, offering opinions of his own. And occasionally, Ianto glanced at Jack from the corners of his eyes.

[greatcoatcapt]

Ianto wasn't the only one who was turning introspective. But he had a year without Ianto in his life and it was a year that had left Jack with a lot of time to think. Of course, Jack wasn't a man who easily talked about his emotions or what he was feeling. It was always easier to express by actions than actually say what was on his mind. Now, he was beginning to wonder if that was one of his larger failings.

Jack shifted, drawing his lower lip into his mouth. There was no elegant way to get out of this one. "I didn't think you noticed. I... well... may have indulged in a small fantasy." Make that a rather large one... Jack hung back, letting Ianto talk with the artist, though he wasn't oblivious to the looks Ianto kept tossing his way.

"So," Jack said, coming up beside Ianto. "What have you two come up with?" He shook his head at the artist. "No, none for me, thanks. Always wanted a tattoo that said 'welcome aboard', but it'd be a waste of money." Tattoo wouldn't stick to the fixed point man.

[teapot_jones]

Ianto would have made a comment with regards to it being amazing that Jack would think, if he were in that sort of mood. Also, he couldn't read minds, so the fact that there wasn't a comment wasn't a surprise, either. Besides, Ianto found that he missed people and places he swore he never would. Cardiff, weevils, big black stealthy SUVs. ...Owen.

When Jack wandered up, Ianto rolled his eyes a bit at the welcome aboard line and spread out the paper the artist had come up with. It was a take on the Welsh Dragon, of course, though made more sinew-y instead of heraldic. "With a red fade towards the center. Otherwise I'd have a giant red blotch across m'chest."

[greatcoatcapt]

Tiptoe-tiptoe-tiptoe. Ianto should be impressed at Jack and the insanely good behaviour he was on. And he hadn't even tried to openly grope him yet or anything! Jack was being good, though he was still feeling like he was on egg shells. Eventually there'd be talking and Christ Jack hated to say anything akin to how he was feeling.

Jack's hand settled on the small of Ianto's back without thinking, leaning over the counter to look at the artist drawing. He glanced back and forth between the drawing and Ianto and quickly swallowed a grunt. Yes, Jack was picturing that tattoo scrawled across Ianto's chest. Good god.

"Yeah, wouldn't... want it to look like a rash of some sort. The fading..." Jack swallowed again. He should not be this turned on. "That'll do quite nicely. Very nice. Yes. Right then. Very. Good."

So he was babbling.