The Earth Is Already Moving Without Us
Title: The Earth Is Already Moving Without Us
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 drunken groping.
Notes/Summary: In which Jack and Ianto make good on their plan to traumatize his cousin Dylan from Day Three - "Compromise". Written for the July 16 prompt at horizonssing.
"Between an immensity of land and an immensity of sky they sat there, incomprehensible, smiling at a continent."
- Douglas Adams, Last Chance to See
Ianto hauled Jack into his flat by the lapels of his greatcoat. Their mouths had been locked nearly continuously all the way up the stairs, and Jack was already working his way into Ianto’s shirt.
He fumbled for the door just as Jack kicked it shut, and they overbalanced. With a yelp, Ianto went crashing down and dragged Jack along with him. “Ow,” he managed through a fit of drunken giggles. They were both caught up in the folds of Jack’s coat. It was awkward and their arms and legs were in the wrong places, but that’s what Jack got for getting him completely bloody hammered.
Flat on his back, he thought he could feel the world move, as if he and Jack were laying on an immense raft rather than the carpeted floor of his flat. Jack’s mouth pressed against his again, and Ianto tried to fight his way past the heavy wool that separated them.
“Um.”
Ianto released Jack’s mouth with a gasp and tilted his head back as far as it could go. There in the hallway, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, was his cousin Dylan. A second later, a blonde girl in a sheet poked her head out of Ianto’s bedroom door.
“Dylan, what’s wr - Oh!” She squeaked and slammed the door shut.
“Hi, Dylan.” Ianto slurred with unnatural glee. “This is Jack.”
Above him, Jack waved. “Hi.”
“Jack, this is my Aunt Ffion’s son Dylan. That means he’s my cousin. He’s --” Ianto blinked. “I think he’s using my bedroom for nefarious purposes.”
“Um,” Dylan said again. His eyes were wide and pale under his fringe. He clearly didn’t know where to look.
“It’s okay, Dylan,” Ianto told him in a tone that implied some great secret. “I have sex in there too. All the time. With Jack.”
Jack waved a second time. “Hello again.”
Dylan blanched and bolted for the bedroom. Ianto snickered.
“Well. That was easy,” Jack said, almost sadly.
Ianto nodded, full of drunken earnestness. “Poor Dylan.”
“We still get to have sex on the floor though, right?”
“Oh yes.” Ianto’s fingers found Jack’s belt. “Absolutely. Yes.”
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 drunken groping.
Notes/Summary: In which Jack and Ianto make good on their plan to traumatize his cousin Dylan from Day Three - "Compromise". Written for the July 16 prompt at horizonssing.
"Between an immensity of land and an immensity of sky they sat there, incomprehensible, smiling at a continent."
- Douglas Adams, Last Chance to See
Ianto hauled Jack into his flat by the lapels of his greatcoat. Their mouths had been locked nearly continuously all the way up the stairs, and Jack was already working his way into Ianto’s shirt.
He fumbled for the door just as Jack kicked it shut, and they overbalanced. With a yelp, Ianto went crashing down and dragged Jack along with him. “Ow,” he managed through a fit of drunken giggles. They were both caught up in the folds of Jack’s coat. It was awkward and their arms and legs were in the wrong places, but that’s what Jack got for getting him completely bloody hammered.
Flat on his back, he thought he could feel the world move, as if he and Jack were laying on an immense raft rather than the carpeted floor of his flat. Jack’s mouth pressed against his again, and Ianto tried to fight his way past the heavy wool that separated them.
“Um.”
Ianto released Jack’s mouth with a gasp and tilted his head back as far as it could go. There in the hallway, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, was his cousin Dylan. A second later, a blonde girl in a sheet poked her head out of Ianto’s bedroom door.
“Dylan, what’s wr - Oh!” She squeaked and slammed the door shut.
“Hi, Dylan.” Ianto slurred with unnatural glee. “This is Jack.”
Above him, Jack waved. “Hi.”
“Jack, this is my Aunt Ffion’s son Dylan. That means he’s my cousin. He’s --” Ianto blinked. “I think he’s using my bedroom for nefarious purposes.”
“Um,” Dylan said again. His eyes were wide and pale under his fringe. He clearly didn’t know where to look.
“It’s okay, Dylan,” Ianto told him in a tone that implied some great secret. “I have sex in there too. All the time. With Jack.”
Jack waved a second time. “Hello again.”
Dylan blanched and bolted for the bedroom. Ianto snickered.
“Well. That was easy,” Jack said, almost sadly.
Ianto nodded, full of drunken earnestness. “Poor Dylan.”
“We still get to have sex on the floor though, right?”
“Oh yes.” Ianto’s fingers found Jack’s belt. “Absolutely. Yes.”