Fic: Twisted Mind 1/21

Nov 15, 2009 14:16

CHAPTER ONE

“Thought once awakened does not again slumber.”
Thomas Carlyle

Torchwood had closed up for the evening hours ago. The lights glowed dimly around the workstations, the floodlights switched off to save energy in an underground base that never really slept. There was always one computer on and one light forgotten about somewhere in the depths of the base.

Ianto Jones had tried to implement Earth Week the previous year without much success, encouraging the others to switch off lights when they left rooms and turn off computers when they were done with them, but that had lead to more arguments and more headaches than it was really worth. Especially when Owen had switched off his samples fridge in an act of protest and left the remains of a Weevil to go off. It had taken three cans of air freshener just to take the edge off, and that had been the end of Ianto’s energy saving project.

By all rights, Ianto Jones should have left Torchwood hours ago when Gwen Cooper had announced that she was going home to her wonderful husband who was cooking lasagne. Ianto had made a joke about Rhys not knowing how to make anything else but Gwen had given as good as she got and retorted that her man at least knew how to cook. Ianto couldn’t really argue with that logic, but his man knew far more skilful things to do with his hands.

Which was why Ianto now found himself in a state of undress, stumbling across the Hub floor to the sofa, Jack pressing furtive kisses to any available part of skin. Ianto was busy trying to rid himself of his shoes, glad that he wasn’t wearing lace ups as Jack’s hands untucked Ianto’s shirt from his trousers, pushing him backwards onto the sofa. Ianto’s back hit it with a little oomph of discomfort, the black bin bag that he had been filling up before Jack distracted him rustling beneath him. Jack whipped the bag out from underneath Ianto, flinging it halfway across the Hub, and Ianto didn’t even bat an eyelid, too busy pulling Jack down on top of him and crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss.

But that was when, as usual, it all went wrong. Because Ianto could see a monitor flashing out of the corner of his eye and he vaguely registered the sound of beeping as Jack’s hands fumbled with his belt.

“Jack,” he managed to mumble out against Jack’s neck, but Jack didn’t register it as a plea for him to stop, more as encouragement.

“Jack,” he managed again, his voice piquing at the end of the name as Jack’s hands started fondling with far more skill than a culinary genius. Somehow, with a great amount of self-restraint on Ianto’s part, he managed to push Jack away from him, extracting himself from the man’s clutches with more than a little regret.

“Ianto?” Jack asked, confusion in his voice as he rolled over on the sofa, trousers and shirt undone, mirroring Ianto’s attire as he stumbled towards the computer screen at Gwen’s desk.

“Rift alert in Penarth,” Ianto replied after a moment, already tucking his shirt back into his trousers with some amount of disdain. One of these days he’ll get to be like Gwen and actually get through a meal, or even better, make it past foreplay. He’ll find himself sat at home, halfway through a bottle of wine, watching Dr. No and be oblivious to the fact that the rest of the team are out chasing aliens across Cardiff.

Jack gave a groan behind him and buried his head in the sofa cushions. Ianto supposed that was one of the problems with shagging the boss.

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char: andy, challenge: tw_bigbang, fandom: torchwood, fic: twisted mind, char: gwen, char: ianto, char: rhys, char: jack, char: martha

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