“Coffee, sir?”
Jack starts, changing windows on his computer screen with the deft click-click of the guilty (page of text flickering from view), and swirls around on his swivel chair as he composes a toothy grin. “Ianto! Haven’t you gone home yet? It’s late. When are you going to leave me alone to watch some porn?”
To Jack’s slight chagrin,
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I liked when Ianto got angry enough to pin Jack down. Really liked. HOT. ::fans self:: Ianto oughta do that more.
And this:
After its night on the floor the garment is crumpled, creased: in it, Ianto feels more revealed, more vulnerable, more naked than he ever felt last night - last night when Jack was thrusting into him, groaning against his ear, last night when Jack came deep inside of him and they collapsed together in a puddle of limp limbs and come, when Ianto fell asleep with Jack’s hand lazily stroking his belly.
alksfghdjgslkfj sorry, I broken now. Too much hot.
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(And I concur: Jack/Ianto is astoundingly hot. If it never becomes canon, I'm going to have to go and mount a protest outside the BBC HQ.)
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Day-yum, that's hot.
(Sorry for sounding like Paris Hilton o_O)
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(Careful, though, or my ego will reach dangerous proportions!)
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