On The Glamorgan Heritage Coast (Reprise)
Title: On The Glamorgan Heritage Coast (Reprise)
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
Notes/Summary: In which breaking and entering does not occur, and Jack finds Ianto's personal habits unusual. Picks up shortly after On The Glamorgan Heritage Coast (July 11) ends, oddly enough. Written for the July 29 prompt at horizonssing.
Nash Point Lighthouse
Ianto trudged up to where Jack was trying to gain entry to the lighthouse. So far, he was doing a fine job of standing by the door and looking irritable.
“If I’d known we were going to need to get into a lighthouse, I’d have brought the lockpicks,” Jack groused as he rattled the doorknob. “Any luck rousing a tour guide or park attendant or something?”
“Nope.” Ianto poked the ground with a stick he’d picked up on his short hike around the grounds. “Just us and the gulls, looks like.”
“Damn.” Jack rattled the door one last time and then sighed and leaned his back against it.
“I guess no one’s ticking the lighthouse box tonight,” Ianto said as he tossed his stick away and joined Jack in leaning against the stone tower.
Jack chuckled. “The lighthouse box?”
“Any new or novel sexual experience," Ianto explained. "It’s like an imaginary checklist. Like, if it’s your first time with a particular demographic, you tick the French box or the porn star box or Martian box or whatever. If it’s your first time in a car, you tick the car box. I’ve never had sex in a lighthouse. Therefore, lighthouse box.”
The look on Jack’s face was one of sheer perplexity. “So, wait. You have a checklist?”
“Imaginary checklist,” Ianto reminded him.
“That’s…” Jack paused, his brows knit. “That may be the single strangest thing I’ve heard in a really long time.”
Ianto stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared out toward the water. “Yeah, it’s daft.” He regretted tossing his stick. He shouldn’t have said anything. Really, the tickybox thing was pretty bizarre. He probably shouldn't have mentioned it.
Jack stepped in front of him and dropped to his knees.
“What are you-”
“Is there a ‘blowjob up against a lighthouse’ box? Or maybe just a ‘Nash Point’ box?” Jack asked as he undid Ianto’s belt buckle.
“Um,” Ianto managed. “Yes? To both?”
Jack grinned and licked his lips. “Good.”
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
Notes/Summary: In which breaking and entering does not occur, and Jack finds Ianto's personal habits unusual. Picks up shortly after On The Glamorgan Heritage Coast (July 11) ends, oddly enough. Written for the July 29 prompt at horizonssing.
Nash Point Lighthouse
Ianto trudged up to where Jack was trying to gain entry to the lighthouse. So far, he was doing a fine job of standing by the door and looking irritable.
“If I’d known we were going to need to get into a lighthouse, I’d have brought the lockpicks,” Jack groused as he rattled the doorknob. “Any luck rousing a tour guide or park attendant or something?”
“Nope.” Ianto poked the ground with a stick he’d picked up on his short hike around the grounds. “Just us and the gulls, looks like.”
“Damn.” Jack rattled the door one last time and then sighed and leaned his back against it.
“I guess no one’s ticking the lighthouse box tonight,” Ianto said as he tossed his stick away and joined Jack in leaning against the stone tower.
Jack chuckled. “The lighthouse box?”
“Any new or novel sexual experience," Ianto explained. "It’s like an imaginary checklist. Like, if it’s your first time with a particular demographic, you tick the French box or the porn star box or Martian box or whatever. If it’s your first time in a car, you tick the car box. I’ve never had sex in a lighthouse. Therefore, lighthouse box.”
The look on Jack’s face was one of sheer perplexity. “So, wait. You have a checklist?”
“Imaginary checklist,” Ianto reminded him.
“That’s…” Jack paused, his brows knit. “That may be the single strangest thing I’ve heard in a really long time.”
Ianto stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared out toward the water. “Yeah, it’s daft.” He regretted tossing his stick. He shouldn’t have said anything. Really, the tickybox thing was pretty bizarre. He probably shouldn't have mentioned it.
Jack stepped in front of him and dropped to his knees.
“What are you-”
“Is there a ‘blowjob up against a lighthouse’ box? Or maybe just a ‘Nash Point’ box?” Jack asked as he undid Ianto’s belt buckle.
“Um,” Ianto managed. “Yes? To both?”
Jack grinned and licked his lips. “Good.”