"Trick or Treat"
Title: Trick or Treat
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who dresses up like the Tenth Doctor for Halloween and likes to slash other blokes doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto. Oh yeah.
Rating: Oh, fifteenish. I know. For shame.
Notes/Summary: Just a quick bit of silly, seasonally-appropriate fic before I embark on this year's NaNovel. (Re-titled, originally posted as "Sweetness")
“I don’t get it Ianto. It’s Halloween. You don’t have to show up to work in a suit.” Jack reached up and adjusted the foam horns stuck to his forehead. “I mean, come on. It’s fun!”
“Sir, not all of us feel that showing up to work clad only in fun-fur pants is a moral imperative. It’s the end of October. You must be freezing.”
“It’s not that bad!”
Ianto rolled his eyes and went back to the Rift monitor. “Right. Which is why you sent the others out into the cold and rain rather than go out yourself.”
“And miss this opportunity to be alone with you in the Hub while I’m wearing nothing but fun-fur pants?”
Ianto stifled a chuckle as Jack pressed up against him, nuzzling his neck. “And anyway,” he purred and ran his fingers down the front of Ianto’s shirt, teasing at each button for a second before moving down to the next. “Why put on a costume when you don’t have to wear anything at all?”
Ianto moaned, his skin already beginning to flush.
Jack growled happily as he undid Ianto’s tie and popped the top button free with his thumb. He leaned in to begin a trail of bites before stopping suddenly and taking a step back.
“Ianto? What’s this?”
“Huh?” Ianto panted.
Jack undid another button, revealing a triangle of snug blue fabric. Jack peered at it curiously before meeting his lover’s eyes.
“Well, go on.” Ianto smirked.
Five more buttons and Jack spread the shirt open wide. He touched the tight blue cloth and tentatively stroked the logo emblazoned on it. “Superman. That’s…”
“Too subtle, sir?”
Jack shook his head, eyes glowing with lust and admiration. He grasped the buckle of Ianto’s belt, pulling the other man close again, and whispered against his cheek. “I think there’s just been another weevil sighting in Splott.”
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who dresses up like the Tenth Doctor for Halloween and likes to slash other blokes doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto. Oh yeah.
Rating: Oh, fifteenish. I know. For shame.
Notes/Summary: Just a quick bit of silly, seasonally-appropriate fic before I embark on this year's NaNovel. (Re-titled, originally posted as "Sweetness")
“I don’t get it Ianto. It’s Halloween. You don’t have to show up to work in a suit.” Jack reached up and adjusted the foam horns stuck to his forehead. “I mean, come on. It’s fun!”
“Sir, not all of us feel that showing up to work clad only in fun-fur pants is a moral imperative. It’s the end of October. You must be freezing.”
“It’s not that bad!”
Ianto rolled his eyes and went back to the Rift monitor. “Right. Which is why you sent the others out into the cold and rain rather than go out yourself.”
“And miss this opportunity to be alone with you in the Hub while I’m wearing nothing but fun-fur pants?”
Ianto stifled a chuckle as Jack pressed up against him, nuzzling his neck. “And anyway,” he purred and ran his fingers down the front of Ianto’s shirt, teasing at each button for a second before moving down to the next. “Why put on a costume when you don’t have to wear anything at all?”
Ianto moaned, his skin already beginning to flush.
Jack growled happily as he undid Ianto’s tie and popped the top button free with his thumb. He leaned in to begin a trail of bites before stopping suddenly and taking a step back.
“Ianto? What’s this?”
“Huh?” Ianto panted.
Jack undid another button, revealing a triangle of snug blue fabric. Jack peered at it curiously before meeting his lover’s eyes.
“Well, go on.” Ianto smirked.
Five more buttons and Jack spread the shirt open wide. He touched the tight blue cloth and tentatively stroked the logo emblazoned on it. “Superman. That’s…”
“Too subtle, sir?”
Jack shook his head, eyes glowing with lust and admiration. He grasped the buckle of Ianto’s belt, pulling the other man close again, and whispered against his cheek. “I think there’s just been another weevil sighting in Splott.”