Fic: Leaves of Grass

[lyryk_fics]

Title: Leaves of Grass
Characters: Ianto/Jack
Rating: R
Words: 1,564
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Summary: Ianto helps Jack make a memory. (The non-euphemistic summary: Ianto gets Jack off using poetry. *grin*)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: For the two mad geniuses who started all this poetry business, cen_sceal with her gorgeous work of art, Bedtime Rituals,

Comments

[lyryk]

Thanks so much!

[badwolf56]

Oh, wow, this is gorgeous. I hope this Jack/Ianto poetry trend keeps going, because I love it. :)

[lyryk]

I hope so too! Thanks so much. :-)

[azn_jack_fiend]

This was GREAT!

[lyryk]

Thanks so much!

[remuslives23]

This was so beautifully sad. It was sweet and so very sensual, but so damn sad that they missed out on so much because of the demands of Torchwood. It's such a wonderful idea, though. To create their own memories.

With all this verse going about lately, I now have an absurd desire to write something where Jack sprouts ee cummings. 'I love my body when it is with your body...'

[heddychaa]

OMG DO IT DOOOOO IT. Jack/Ianto + poetry needs to be a meme yesterday and you would make it magic, let's be honest.

[lyryk]

Well, I'm sure they'll find ways to make some real memories too; it's Jack and Ianto, they can do anything. *g*

Thanks for reading and I absolutely second heddychaa's request. Please do consider feeding your bunnies some e e cummings.

[heddychaa]

OH SQUEE!

I love how settled and certain they are in their relationship here, how well they know and understand each other, and I love your selection of poetry and how it enhances the sense of ease and relaxation, and I love how Ianto is so authoritative and kind and just anticipates Jack's needs perfectly.

And of course Ianto would like Walt Whitman more than he'd like Ginsberg. Of course! :D

There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.

Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and
increase, always sex,
Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.

BRB READING WALT WHITMAN.

[lyryk]

Yay, you liked! *beams*

I love those lines you quoted! I wanted to put just about everything in there but then the story would have been 500 pages long and Jack would have killed me for making him wait that long. :-D

[heddychaa]

Of course I liked! It was lovely! :D You and I could make ~magic~ together bb.

Those lines are just wonderfully Ianto to me. But yes, you quoted just the right amount of poetry without going overboard, while still having enough to enhance the tone of the story. It was wonderful<3

[lyryk]

Do not tempt me, I beg you, or our lives will start revolving around Jack/Ianto + poetry. Wait, did I just say that like it's a bad thing? :-D I'm happy to play with poetry and the boys and you for as long as you wish. :-)

Whitman just came naturally to mind in association with Ginsberg. Those two should have been in the same generation; talk about making magic together! <3