Double Drabble: Tight Fit
Title: Tight Fit
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 604: Restriction at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto are dressed up for a night on the town.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto eyed Jack up and down appreciatively. “Now that’s a very different look. I like it!”
“It’s okay for where we’re going?”
“Definitely. You look good enough to eat; everyone will be staring at you.”
Jack beamed. “You think so?” He loved being the centre of attention.
“Without a doubt.”
Instead of his usual World War Two era ensemble, Jack was dressed in a silky sapphire blue shirt tucked into supple but skintight black leather trousers. He’d traded in his usual footwear for sleek black ankle boots and the outfit was topped off with his new leather jacket.
“Well I won’t be the only one people are staring at, Mr Jones; you’re looking particularly ravishing tonight. Red is definitely your colour.” Ianto’s dark red shirt was tucked into black denim jeans and the matching jacket was draped over one arm. It had been months since he’d last gone clubbing, but tonight he felt like letting his hair down.
They had a great time, but towards the end of the evening Jack was getting decidedly uncomfortable.
“You okay?”
“Fine, I’d just forgotten how restricting leather can be.”
Ianto smirked. “Maybe we should head home and ease your restrictions.”
“Lead the way!”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 604: Restriction at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto are dressed up for a night on the town.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto eyed Jack up and down appreciatively. “Now that’s a very different look. I like it!”
“It’s okay for where we’re going?”
“Definitely. You look good enough to eat; everyone will be staring at you.”
Jack beamed. “You think so?” He loved being the centre of attention.
“Without a doubt.”
Instead of his usual World War Two era ensemble, Jack was dressed in a silky sapphire blue shirt tucked into supple but skintight black leather trousers. He’d traded in his usual footwear for sleek black ankle boots and the outfit was topped off with his new leather jacket.
“Well I won’t be the only one people are staring at, Mr Jones; you’re looking particularly ravishing tonight. Red is definitely your colour.” Ianto’s dark red shirt was tucked into black denim jeans and the matching jacket was draped over one arm. It had been months since he’d last gone clubbing, but tonight he felt like letting his hair down.
They had a great time, but towards the end of the evening Jack was getting decidedly uncomfortable.
“You okay?”
“Fine, I’d just forgotten how restricting leather can be.”
Ianto smirked. “Maybe we should head home and ease your restrictions.”
“Lead the way!”
The End