Fic - Wish Fulfilment
Title: Wish Fulfilment
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh and Owen briefly
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Jack,” Ianto called, flipping through the report as he headed for Jack’s office, “I’ve got the file on that device stuck in the Bay..."
Warnings: Wetsuit!kink (but only a little)
Note: Forgot to link! This story ties in very nicely with Dramatic Entrance - in which the idea of wetsuit!kink is first mentioned...
“Jack,” Ianto called, flipping through the report as he headed for Jack’s office, “I’ve got the file on that device stuck in the Bay. Was there anything in particular you wanted to know about -”
He looked up, stopped dead in his tracks, and dropped the file, papers cascading out of the folder into a pile at his feet. Tosh glanced at him, startled by his sudden silence, then she and Owen span to look at Jack, who’d just walked out of his office.
Jack put his hands on his hips - which didn’t help Ianto at all - and said, “What?”
“Wetsuit,” Ianto croaked, wide-eyed and staring helplessly at Jack’s new red and black, skin-tight, full body outfit.
Jack smiled broadly, saying, “I’m going after that device. Borrowing scuba gear from one of the guys who runs a club, but I thought it might be handy to have a wetsuit around. Just in case, you know. And besides,” and he turned sideways, twisting to look down at his legs and back, “it really shows off my figure.”
Ianto swallowed hard, but Owen rolled his eyes, threw a pencil at Jack, and told him, “If you’re going swimming, get on with it, don’t hang about posing.”
Grinning at Ianto, Jack wandered past, heading for the cog door and saying, “I’ll go get that device, then.”
“Jack, wait,” Ianto started, following him helplessly, noting his bare feet as his eyes were drawn down Jack’s back. “You haven’t got the… the…”
“The details of the device and its precise placement at the bottom of the Bay?” Jack finished for him as they reached the door and he turned to go up the stairs. “But you can tell me all that, can’t you? You don’t even need the file to remember it all.”
“File?” Ianto asked vaguely, then looked at his hands and glanced back at the closed cog door, saying, “Oh. No, I don’t need that. I…”
When he looked back, Jack was already on his way upstairs, and Ianto hurried to follow - though he wasn’t averse to being a few steps behind. Not when the wetsuit was that tight in all the right places.
Following Jack out into the tourist information centre, Ianto paused when Jack turned and put his hands on his hips again (giving Ianto a chance to admire the way the wetsuit clung to his arms, among other things). It took him a moment to realise that Jack was talking, and he hurriedly tuned in and filled in the gaps.
“That device isn’t far out in the Bay then? Tosh said her scans showed it was inactive. And it’s small enough for me to fetch it on my own. You know, I really don’t mind you staring, but you’re never normally this obvious…”
“Wetsuit,” Ianto said again, distractedly, having difficulty meeting Jack’s eyes.
“Oh yeah, that,” Jack said idly, looking down at himself. “Pretty snug fit, I must say. And the zip up the back is a real bitch. I think you’re meant to have someone help you in and out of this thing.”
At that Ianto blinked and looked up, saying, “Oh. Maybe I should give you a hand with that.”
Jack looked a little startled, and Ianto prowled over to him, backing him up against the wall and planting his hands either side of Jack’s head, asking, “You didn’t have anywhere to be, did you?”
With a vague gesture towards the door, Jack said, “I need to get the… thing. I was… the…”
Ianto blinked innocently at him, and Jack recovered enough to narrow his eyes, saying, “In public, Mister Jones? With CCTV?”
“There isn’t any CCTV in the back room,” Ianto pointed out, “and the doors are locked.”
When Jack grinned, Ianto grabbed his hand and dragged him around the desk and through the beaded curtain, saying, “Let’s see about that zip, then…”
:::::xxxxx:::::
“Jack gone swimming yet, then?” Owen asked Tosh, not really caring about the answer.
“I think,” Tosh replied distantly, trying to angle the CCTV in the tourist information office to see more than the inside-out leg of a discarded wetsuit just visible in the back room, “he’s got a bit distracted.”
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh and Owen briefly
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Jack,” Ianto called, flipping through the report as he headed for Jack’s office, “I’ve got the file on that device stuck in the Bay..."
Warnings: Wetsuit!kink (but only a little)
Note: Forgot to link! This story ties in very nicely with Dramatic Entrance - in which the idea of wetsuit!kink is first mentioned...
“Jack,” Ianto called, flipping through the report as he headed for Jack’s office, “I’ve got the file on that device stuck in the Bay. Was there anything in particular you wanted to know about -”
He looked up, stopped dead in his tracks, and dropped the file, papers cascading out of the folder into a pile at his feet. Tosh glanced at him, startled by his sudden silence, then she and Owen span to look at Jack, who’d just walked out of his office.
Jack put his hands on his hips - which didn’t help Ianto at all - and said, “What?”
“Wetsuit,” Ianto croaked, wide-eyed and staring helplessly at Jack’s new red and black, skin-tight, full body outfit.
Jack smiled broadly, saying, “I’m going after that device. Borrowing scuba gear from one of the guys who runs a club, but I thought it might be handy to have a wetsuit around. Just in case, you know. And besides,” and he turned sideways, twisting to look down at his legs and back, “it really shows off my figure.”
Ianto swallowed hard, but Owen rolled his eyes, threw a pencil at Jack, and told him, “If you’re going swimming, get on with it, don’t hang about posing.”
Grinning at Ianto, Jack wandered past, heading for the cog door and saying, “I’ll go get that device, then.”
“Jack, wait,” Ianto started, following him helplessly, noting his bare feet as his eyes were drawn down Jack’s back. “You haven’t got the… the…”
“The details of the device and its precise placement at the bottom of the Bay?” Jack finished for him as they reached the door and he turned to go up the stairs. “But you can tell me all that, can’t you? You don’t even need the file to remember it all.”
“File?” Ianto asked vaguely, then looked at his hands and glanced back at the closed cog door, saying, “Oh. No, I don’t need that. I…”
When he looked back, Jack was already on his way upstairs, and Ianto hurried to follow - though he wasn’t averse to being a few steps behind. Not when the wetsuit was that tight in all the right places.
Following Jack out into the tourist information centre, Ianto paused when Jack turned and put his hands on his hips again (giving Ianto a chance to admire the way the wetsuit clung to his arms, among other things). It took him a moment to realise that Jack was talking, and he hurriedly tuned in and filled in the gaps.
“That device isn’t far out in the Bay then? Tosh said her scans showed it was inactive. And it’s small enough for me to fetch it on my own. You know, I really don’t mind you staring, but you’re never normally this obvious…”
“Wetsuit,” Ianto said again, distractedly, having difficulty meeting Jack’s eyes.
“Oh yeah, that,” Jack said idly, looking down at himself. “Pretty snug fit, I must say. And the zip up the back is a real bitch. I think you’re meant to have someone help you in and out of this thing.”
At that Ianto blinked and looked up, saying, “Oh. Maybe I should give you a hand with that.”
Jack looked a little startled, and Ianto prowled over to him, backing him up against the wall and planting his hands either side of Jack’s head, asking, “You didn’t have anywhere to be, did you?”
With a vague gesture towards the door, Jack said, “I need to get the… thing. I was… the…”
Ianto blinked innocently at him, and Jack recovered enough to narrow his eyes, saying, “In public, Mister Jones? With CCTV?”
“There isn’t any CCTV in the back room,” Ianto pointed out, “and the doors are locked.”
When Jack grinned, Ianto grabbed his hand and dragged him around the desk and through the beaded curtain, saying, “Let’s see about that zip, then…”
:::::xxxxx:::::
“Jack gone swimming yet, then?” Owen asked Tosh, not really caring about the answer.
“I think,” Tosh replied distantly, trying to angle the CCTV in the tourist information office to see more than the inside-out leg of a discarded wetsuit just visible in the back room, “he’s got a bit distracted.”