Fic update - lunacy ahead!
Title: CURRENT AFFAIRS
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Tosh
Rating: Mild PG for implication
Disclaimer: Not mine; they belong to RTD and to the BBC.
Summary: This is all love_jackianto’s fault! His/her plotbunny, damn it! Jack + Ianto + newspaper = smuttiness. (I swear I can out-innuendo Jack sometimes!)
Gwen glanced up towards Jack’s office and started up the stairs, only to be intercepted by Tosh.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” she said with a conspiratorial smile. “Jack’s a little… preoccupied.”
Gwen blinked and took another look, seeing the way Jack was hunched over his desk and apparently glued to his computer screen. “He said he wanted this report as soon as I finished it,” she objected. “I’ll just go up and pop it on his desk without disturbing him.”
Tosh looked distinctly sceptical but didn’t press. Gwen made her way up and into the office, a little disquieted to see that Jack didn’t even flick an eyelash in her direction. She was used to him acknowledging her arrival, even if he was busy doing something else.
“I’ve got that report you asked for,” she ventured after a moment. Nothing. “Jack!” she said a little more loudly.
“Huh?”
She managed to get an unfocused look given her before Jack waved a vague hand in the direction of his desk and returned his attention back to the screen. Baffled, she glanced out of the clear window-wall and saw Tosh looking up. The computer expert hastily wiped the grin off her face and refocused her attention on her own computer. Scowling a little, Gwen marched over and deposited the file on Jack’s desk. She managed to get a quick look at the image on the computer screen and felt her jaw clench when she saw it was showing Ianto at the Tourist Desk. Before she quite understood what she was doing, she had cuffed Jack around the ear.
“Hey, what was that for?” Jack demanded, momentarily shaken out of his absorbed study.
“You shouldn’t be spying on Ianto like this,” Gwen said severely.
“I’m not spying on him,” Jack protested, rubbing the back of his head absently. “I’m watching him.”
“That’s the same thing!”
Jack snorted. “No, it isn’t, not by a long shot. Besides, Ianto knows I’m watching him.” He looked torn between amusement and annoyance. “He’s been playing to the camera for the past hour.”
Gwen blinked. “You’ve been watching for an hour?”
Jack looked momentarily shifty. “Well, more observing, casual-like.” He fidgeted and looked embarrassed when Gwen snorted. “It’s the truth!”
“Right,” Gwen drawled with just the right amount of scepticism in her voice.
“He knows I’m watching!” Jack protested. “I mean, look at him!”
Heaving a sigh, Gwen did as she was told, peering obediently at the viewscreen. Several minutes passed. “Jack, he’s reading a newspaper,” she finally said.
Jack nodded so vigorously that his head threatened to come off. “Exactly!” he said with an air of triumph.
Gwen blinked and gave him a suspicious look. “Are you having me on or something?”
Jack looked bewildered. “What? What? Can’t you see what he’s doing?”
Gwen shook her head helplessly. “Jack, he’s reading the newspaper.” She took a closer look. “The South Wales Echo, to be precise.” She belatedly realised that Jack was fixated on the screen again, something like a moan coming from the back of his throat. “What’s wrong?”
“He rustled the newspaper,” Jack hissed, refusing to take his eyes off the screen.
“He….” Words momentarily failed Gwen and she gave Jack a somewhat nervous look. He had been a little erratic since he had come back from his trip with the Doctor. Maybe the stress was finally getting to him. “Jack, Ianto is just reading the-“
“Ssssshhhhh!” Jack said, waving at her to move away from the screen. “We’re getting to the good bit!”
“The good bit?” Gwen was increasingly certain that she had somehow fallen down a rabbit hole in the past ten minutes and hadn’t noticed.
“The sports pages,” Jack said in what Gwen could only describe as a lecherous tone of voice.
Despite her suspicion that Jack really needed to speak to Owen, Gwen found herself hanging around and watching in fascination. Jack gradually leaned forward in his chair until his nose was virtually brushing the screen and Gwen found herself keeping a wary eye on the chair he was sitting in, convinced that it would roll away and Jack would find himself on the floor. She was also fairly sure that the only way he would notice this would be the fact that he wouldn’t be able to see the screen any more.
She kept looking back at the screen, trying to figure out what had Jack so obsessed. Ianto was looking particularly smart, she conceded, wearing a dark purple shirt and silver-blue tie that matched nicely with the charcoal grey suit, but she still didn’t see what was driving Jack to distraction. She did, however, catch the flickering glance that Ianto sent in the direction of the camera before he very deliberately licked his finger and turned over the page of the newspaper. She started to get an inkling of what was going on when Jack made a small whimpering noise at that and shifted in his seat.
Flirting? They were flirting? By Ianto reading a newspaper and Jack watching him do it? Gwen blinked. “Bloody hell, you’ve got it bad!” she said in dawning wonder.
Jack continued to watch, oblivious to her presence and Gwen started to enjoy herself. She almost giggled when Ianto very deliberately lifted up the newspaper, tapped it on the desk and then shook it out before putting it back down. Jack’s eyes glazed over and he adopted a white-knuckled grip to the desk. God only knew what kind of subtext his 51st century brain was lending to a perfectly innocent activity, although Gwen had to admit that Ianto was managing to bring a faintly erotic element to something so totally mundane.
Ianto went to lick his finger again, then paused, tilting his head slightly to gaze at something in the paper. He kept his finger against his lips, running it from one side to the other, the tip of his tongue visible for a couple of seconds before vanishing again. Jack uttered a coughing growl and surged to his feet, making for the door with considerable speed. Gwen watched him go before thoughtfully turning her attention back to the screen, where Ianto was now absently rubbing his ear as he smiled down at the newspaper. Coming to a decision, Gwen went over to the door.
“Tosh?” Tosh looked up, a hopeful expression on her face and Gwen grinned. “You might want to come up here,” she said, jerking her head back at the office. “And bring the chocolate!”
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Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Tosh
Rating: Mild PG for implication
Disclaimer: Not mine; they belong to RTD and to the BBC.
Summary: This is all love_jackianto’s fault! His/her plotbunny, damn it! Jack + Ianto + newspaper = smuttiness. (I swear I can out-innuendo Jack sometimes!)
Gwen glanced up towards Jack’s office and started up the stairs, only to be intercepted by Tosh.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” she said with a conspiratorial smile. “Jack’s a little… preoccupied.”
Gwen blinked and took another look, seeing the way Jack was hunched over his desk and apparently glued to his computer screen. “He said he wanted this report as soon as I finished it,” she objected. “I’ll just go up and pop it on his desk without disturbing him.”
Tosh looked distinctly sceptical but didn’t press. Gwen made her way up and into the office, a little disquieted to see that Jack didn’t even flick an eyelash in her direction. She was used to him acknowledging her arrival, even if he was busy doing something else.
“I’ve got that report you asked for,” she ventured after a moment. Nothing. “Jack!” she said a little more loudly.
“Huh?”
She managed to get an unfocused look given her before Jack waved a vague hand in the direction of his desk and returned his attention back to the screen. Baffled, she glanced out of the clear window-wall and saw Tosh looking up. The computer expert hastily wiped the grin off her face and refocused her attention on her own computer. Scowling a little, Gwen marched over and deposited the file on Jack’s desk. She managed to get a quick look at the image on the computer screen and felt her jaw clench when she saw it was showing Ianto at the Tourist Desk. Before she quite understood what she was doing, she had cuffed Jack around the ear.
“Hey, what was that for?” Jack demanded, momentarily shaken out of his absorbed study.
“You shouldn’t be spying on Ianto like this,” Gwen said severely.
“I’m not spying on him,” Jack protested, rubbing the back of his head absently. “I’m watching him.”
“That’s the same thing!”
Jack snorted. “No, it isn’t, not by a long shot. Besides, Ianto knows I’m watching him.” He looked torn between amusement and annoyance. “He’s been playing to the camera for the past hour.”
Gwen blinked. “You’ve been watching for an hour?”
Jack looked momentarily shifty. “Well, more observing, casual-like.” He fidgeted and looked embarrassed when Gwen snorted. “It’s the truth!”
“Right,” Gwen drawled with just the right amount of scepticism in her voice.
“He knows I’m watching!” Jack protested. “I mean, look at him!”
Heaving a sigh, Gwen did as she was told, peering obediently at the viewscreen. Several minutes passed. “Jack, he’s reading a newspaper,” she finally said.
Jack nodded so vigorously that his head threatened to come off. “Exactly!” he said with an air of triumph.
Gwen blinked and gave him a suspicious look. “Are you having me on or something?”
Jack looked bewildered. “What? What? Can’t you see what he’s doing?”
Gwen shook her head helplessly. “Jack, he’s reading the newspaper.” She took a closer look. “The South Wales Echo, to be precise.” She belatedly realised that Jack was fixated on the screen again, something like a moan coming from the back of his throat. “What’s wrong?”
“He rustled the newspaper,” Jack hissed, refusing to take his eyes off the screen.
“He….” Words momentarily failed Gwen and she gave Jack a somewhat nervous look. He had been a little erratic since he had come back from his trip with the Doctor. Maybe the stress was finally getting to him. “Jack, Ianto is just reading the-“
“Ssssshhhhh!” Jack said, waving at her to move away from the screen. “We’re getting to the good bit!”
“The good bit?” Gwen was increasingly certain that she had somehow fallen down a rabbit hole in the past ten minutes and hadn’t noticed.
“The sports pages,” Jack said in what Gwen could only describe as a lecherous tone of voice.
Despite her suspicion that Jack really needed to speak to Owen, Gwen found herself hanging around and watching in fascination. Jack gradually leaned forward in his chair until his nose was virtually brushing the screen and Gwen found herself keeping a wary eye on the chair he was sitting in, convinced that it would roll away and Jack would find himself on the floor. She was also fairly sure that the only way he would notice this would be the fact that he wouldn’t be able to see the screen any more.
She kept looking back at the screen, trying to figure out what had Jack so obsessed. Ianto was looking particularly smart, she conceded, wearing a dark purple shirt and silver-blue tie that matched nicely with the charcoal grey suit, but she still didn’t see what was driving Jack to distraction. She did, however, catch the flickering glance that Ianto sent in the direction of the camera before he very deliberately licked his finger and turned over the page of the newspaper. She started to get an inkling of what was going on when Jack made a small whimpering noise at that and shifted in his seat.
Flirting? They were flirting? By Ianto reading a newspaper and Jack watching him do it? Gwen blinked. “Bloody hell, you’ve got it bad!” she said in dawning wonder.
Jack continued to watch, oblivious to her presence and Gwen started to enjoy herself. She almost giggled when Ianto very deliberately lifted up the newspaper, tapped it on the desk and then shook it out before putting it back down. Jack’s eyes glazed over and he adopted a white-knuckled grip to the desk. God only knew what kind of subtext his 51st century brain was lending to a perfectly innocent activity, although Gwen had to admit that Ianto was managing to bring a faintly erotic element to something so totally mundane.
Ianto went to lick his finger again, then paused, tilting his head slightly to gaze at something in the paper. He kept his finger against his lips, running it from one side to the other, the tip of his tongue visible for a couple of seconds before vanishing again. Jack uttered a coughing growl and surged to his feet, making for the door with considerable speed. Gwen watched him go before thoughtfully turning her attention back to the screen, where Ianto was now absently rubbing his ear as he smiled down at the newspaper. Coming to a decision, Gwen went over to the door.
“Tosh?” Tosh looked up, a hopeful expression on her face and Gwen grinned. “You might want to come up here,” she said, jerking her head back at the office. “And bring the chocolate!”
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