Compromise
Title: "Compromise"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men 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
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing and sexual references.
Notes/Summary: Ianto has a visitor. Jack overreacts. Hilarity ensues. Written for the July 3 prompt at horizonssing.
tea•cup /'ti,kʌp/ [tee-kuhp]
-noun
1. a cup in which tea is served, usually of small or moderate size.
2. a teacupful.
-Idiom
3. tempest in a teacup or teapot, a disturbance or uproar about little or nothing.
In retrospect, Ianto should have seen this coming.
“Okay, once more,” Jack said. He looked like he’d just swallowed something wildly inappropriate and distasteful, like a dormouse, or maybe a fistful of minnows. “I just want to make sure I’m actually hearing the words I think I’m hearing coming out of your mouth.”
Ianto sighed and put down his clipboard. “My sixteen-year-old cousin Dylan is on summer holiday. He’s staying with me at my flat for a week or two.”
Jack cocked his head in disbelief. “And you agreed to this?”
“Of course I did,” Ianto fumed. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Ianto, think about it. Just what exactly does your family think you do?”
“I don’t discuss it. They know it involves an office. That’s about it.” Ianto picked up his clipboard again and resumed his work. “Honestly, Jack, he’s barely even there. I’m essentially a base of operations for sex and underage drinking.”
“Right.” Jack said, and apparently considered the matter for a moment. “Give me your gun.”
Ianto’s jaw dropped. “What?!”
“Your gun. And your ID.”
Ianto let the clipboard drop onto a nearby shelf, put his hands on his hips, and looked Jack in the eye. “I can’t believe you’re even considering relieving me of my duty over something so ridiculous.”
“And I can’t believe you’re fighting me on this!” Jack shouted, his voice echoing through the archive corridors. “Ianto, what happens if your cousin catches us hunting weevils? What if he spots you on the street with Gwen and me, running down the street with a gun in your hand?”
“Yes, alright. Cover blown. I get that,” Ianto countered. “But Jack, what happens if you and Gwen get cornered and I’m not there to help?”
Jack’s gaze faltered and he blinked. Ianto rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll employ a little more than the usual subterfuge and make a special effort to look as if I actually see my flat on occasion. Maybe I could bring you around at some point to terrify him and ensure that he doesn’t overstay his welcome.”
Jack’s eyebrow perked. Some of his tension in his face and shoulders eased. “Noisy sex in the shower?”
“Well, I was thinking the kitchen, but if you’re feeling modest, I suppose the shower’s easier to clean.”
They stood in silence for a moment before Jack took a breath and gave Ianto an uneasy look. “Alright. We’ll give it a try. First sign of trouble, though -”
“Provided the planet isn’t in immediate peril, yes. I’ll stand down and try my best to look normal.”
“Except for the noisy sex in the kitchen thing.”
“Yes,” Ianto replied with a grin, and resumed his work. “Except for the noisy sex in the kitchen thing.”
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men 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
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing and sexual references.
Notes/Summary: Ianto has a visitor. Jack overreacts. Hilarity ensues. Written for the July 3 prompt at horizonssing.
tea•cup /'ti,kʌp/ [tee-kuhp]
-noun
1. a cup in which tea is served, usually of small or moderate size.
2. a teacupful.
-Idiom
3. tempest in a teacup or teapot, a disturbance or uproar about little or nothing.
In retrospect, Ianto should have seen this coming.
“Okay, once more,” Jack said. He looked like he’d just swallowed something wildly inappropriate and distasteful, like a dormouse, or maybe a fistful of minnows. “I just want to make sure I’m actually hearing the words I think I’m hearing coming out of your mouth.”
Ianto sighed and put down his clipboard. “My sixteen-year-old cousin Dylan is on summer holiday. He’s staying with me at my flat for a week or two.”
Jack cocked his head in disbelief. “And you agreed to this?”
“Of course I did,” Ianto fumed. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Ianto, think about it. Just what exactly does your family think you do?”
“I don’t discuss it. They know it involves an office. That’s about it.” Ianto picked up his clipboard again and resumed his work. “Honestly, Jack, he’s barely even there. I’m essentially a base of operations for sex and underage drinking.”
“Right.” Jack said, and apparently considered the matter for a moment. “Give me your gun.”
Ianto’s jaw dropped. “What?!”
“Your gun. And your ID.”
Ianto let the clipboard drop onto a nearby shelf, put his hands on his hips, and looked Jack in the eye. “I can’t believe you’re even considering relieving me of my duty over something so ridiculous.”
“And I can’t believe you’re fighting me on this!” Jack shouted, his voice echoing through the archive corridors. “Ianto, what happens if your cousin catches us hunting weevils? What if he spots you on the street with Gwen and me, running down the street with a gun in your hand?”
“Yes, alright. Cover blown. I get that,” Ianto countered. “But Jack, what happens if you and Gwen get cornered and I’m not there to help?”
Jack’s gaze faltered and he blinked. Ianto rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll employ a little more than the usual subterfuge and make a special effort to look as if I actually see my flat on occasion. Maybe I could bring you around at some point to terrify him and ensure that he doesn’t overstay his welcome.”
Jack’s eyebrow perked. Some of his tension in his face and shoulders eased. “Noisy sex in the shower?”
“Well, I was thinking the kitchen, but if you’re feeling modest, I suppose the shower’s easier to clean.”
They stood in silence for a moment before Jack took a breath and gave Ianto an uneasy look. “Alright. We’ll give it a try. First sign of trouble, though -”
“Provided the planet isn’t in immediate peril, yes. I’ll stand down and try my best to look normal.”
“Except for the noisy sex in the kitchen thing.”
“Yes,” Ianto replied with a grin, and resumed his work. “Except for the noisy sex in the kitchen thing.”