TW: Underhanded Tactics, chapter V [M]
Fandom:
Torchwood
Title:
Underhanded Tactics
Chapter V:
No Girls Allowed
In which Jack and Ianto play a different game for a day.
Author:
lt_indigo
Pairing(s):
Jack/Ianto(/Tosh)
Warning(s):
language, great big mentions of sex
Disclamer:
I would be significantly not-piss-poor if I owned even a fraction of Torchwood. The Beeb are quite welcome to my student loan, overdraft and credit card bill if they want them.
Word count:
1,212
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“So,” Jack said, grinning up at Ianto, “how do you want to do this?”
Ianto squinted down at him, lying on his front, sprawled naked across the bed with his chin propped on his hands, Ianto’s glasses perched on his nose.
“Do what?” he asked, grabbing his specs. He slid them into place, bringing Jack into focus 29.
“Do we screw with Owen or Gwen?”
Ah, the audio file Tosh had been good enough to send them yesterday, the one that Jack had found absolutely hilarious, right before he had gotten that naughty gleam in his eyes 30. Ianto considered their options, and felt the smirk spread over his face.
“Why not both?” he suggested. “It’ll have to be Gwen first, because otherwise she’ll be insufferable, thinking she’s right. Then we’ll do Owen, so to speak.”
Jack grabbed Ianto’s wrist, pulled him back onto the bed. “I’d rather you did me.”
“That was the intention. At first, at least.”
“I like the way you think, Mr Jones.”
Ianto rolled his eyes, pressed a kiss firmly to Jack’s waiting mouth and pulled himself free. “Coffee.”
Jack actually looked contrite. The power of Ianto’s coffee!
“That said, what about Tosh?”
“She’ll probably want a cup too,” Jack said.
“Jack.”
He shrugged, an odd effect since he was now lying on his back.
“She needs to be ‘involved’ in this. And if it looks like we’re being rough with each other…”
“Why don’t you ask me?” Tosh suggested from the other side of the door.
“Tosh! Come in!”
“No! Don’t!”
Tosh’s musical laugh drifted through the wood. “Ianto, don’t worry: I know better than that.”
“Come on, Tosh, you’re supposed to be familiar with my body.”
Ianto rolled his eyes again and sighed. “Everyone at Torchwood is familiar with your body, Jack. Far too familiar. 31”
Tosh was still giggling, a little too manically for the pre-coffee hours. Ianto slipped out the door and dragged her away to his kitchenette. Despite his jovial invitation, Jack needed his space in the morning, and Ianto could certainly entertain Tosh for long enough to let Jack sneak into the bathroom.
“Sounds like you’ll have a few more ‘Janto’ productions,” Ianto said dryly as he pulled the espresso from the fridge.
Tosh raised her eyebrows. “It sounds like I’m going to have to pretend to have taken part in them.” She pulled a packet of muffins from the bread bin and moved around Ianto to get the bread knife.
He watched her, amused. “And you accuse Jack of living here.”
“I don’t keep a razor here,” she responded sweetly, slicing muffins and dropping them into the toaster. “Or get sheets.”
.oOo.
They were settling into a routine; flirting, pecks here and there, the odd trip either to Jack’s office or the archives for some more convincing ‘quality time’ 32 33; sometimes just two of them, but occasionally all three. Tosh found she enjoyed being held between the two of them and kissed from both sides. They would go out for a ‘date’ at least once a week, and generally end up playing some board game or another. Ianto turned out to have quite a collection. And he was good at all of them.
Tosh went to her mother’s sixtieth birthday alone, and Jack and Ianto were both surprised to feel her absence keenly. They were becoming accustomed to having her in their lives. However, there were opportunities to be had because of her absence rather than in spite of it: about an hour before a scheduled staff meeting, Ianto took Jack a cup of coffee, closed the door behind him and shut the blinds.
“Do you have plans?” Jack asked, looking up from his paperwork and assessing the change in the environment.
Ianto grabbed his shirt and kissed him soundly.
“I’ve got you to myself for the first time in three weeks,” Ianto said when they parted, his voice low. “I intend to make the most of it.”
Jack shivered with desire. Ianto’s voice was always guaranteed to get him hot and bothered. Even though he knew Ianto purposely thickened his accent to turn Jack on. He appreciated the effort.
Ianto was like a man possessed: he licked, sucked and fingered until Jack was sat on the edge of his own desk, begging to be taken. It was a request Ianto was all too happy to oblige.
It was only afterwards, as he struggled to get comfortable in the meeting, that he recalled their agreement to fuck with Gwen’s head. Her eyes were practically out on stalks every time he shifted position, so he made sure to do it more often than strictly necessary, looking at Ianto as he did so.
Ianto sighed as he picked up the mugs after Gwen positively fled, and Owen followed at a more reasonable pace.
“I don’t think she listened to a word of that.”
Jack grinned and snagged Ianto’s tie, pulling his young lover into his lap.
“Jack,” Ianto said, turning to deposit the mugs back on the table. “They could have spilled.”
“I’d much rather we spilled something else,” Jack purred.
Ianto grimaced momentarily at the picture painted in his head by Jack’s comment. “Okay, I’m twenty-five: what’s your excuse for being this horny?”
“I think…” Jack actually appeared to think about the question for a moment. “…you could have done a better job earlier.” He paused, before whispering in Ianto’s ear: “I’m sure you said you were going to fuck me into next week.”
Ianto’s mouth went dry as the blood got redirected from his head 34. Jack wasn’t playing fair, what with the seductive voice and smile and the tickle of lips on his ear, stubble against his cheek, and the pheromones that Ianto wasn’t even trying to avoid.
Jack chuckled and lifted him easily onto the edge of the table.
“They’re not doing anything they can’t finish off tomorrow,” Jack purred in his ear as he stood, completely encroaching on Ianto’s personal space. Ianto shivered with desire.
Jack went to the door and shouted something down to Gwen and Owen. Dimly, he heard Owen shout something obscene back 35, but nothing really registered until Jack returned and pulled him into a searing kiss.
29 While Ianto hated his glasses in theory, in practice they made looking at things a lot easier. And being able to focus on Jack was definitely not a bad thing. Especially when he was naked.
30 Ianto both loved and feared the gleam: it generally led to them having some amazing sex, but also having to worm their way out of being arrested by Cardiff’s finest for indecent exposure. Again.
31 Especially Gwen.
32 Mainframe, while supportive of the endeavour in general, was dead-set against having them invade her server room for their shenanigans, so they stuck to Jack and Ianto’s domains. For an AI, she was surprisingly good with threats. Particularly when they involved Tosh’s secret ‘Janto’ folder and Torchwood-wide emails.
33 The ‘Torchwood-wide’ mailing list may or may not have included Archie Campbell in Glasgow and select members of the royal family. Mainframe wasn’t specific, and they didn’t want to test her.
34 And, more specifically, his brain
35 Hub recordings would later reveal this to be “I’m not treating any more fucking friction burns on Jones’ knob!” Much, much later.
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