Dinner, and a Movie?
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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3,808
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13
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0
Currently Reading:
1
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The Morning After
Author: Pippychick
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Summary: As the late, great Douglas Adams might have said, this is the third chapter of a little one-shot that I couldn't help but write.
Disclaimer: Russell T Davies owns these characters and their world. Please don’t sue me for playing with them, mister. They're so pretty. I promise to wash them both down afterwards with hot soapy water and give them back. I make no money out of this.
Author’s Note:
Well, Jack just won't shut up. I'm wary of calling this an Epilogue, because I'll end up being proved wrong. But if I can finish this, I have another story idea that actually has a plot, if Jack will deign to get involved in that one.
This hasn’t been beta read, and it's shorter than previous chapters. If you read, if you enjoy, please leave a comment or rate the story to let me know. Thank you :)
Dinner, and a Movie – The Morning After
Ianto was almost fooled. He half-smiled somewhere between waking and sleeping where he lay curled up next to a warm, naked body. He raised a hand and encountered a flat, hard chest where a woman's softness should be. It wasn't Lisa. After all this time, he still hankered after her, and the familiar crushing sense of loss accompanied him into consciousness.
“Good morning,” a deep voice said as he opened his eyes, and he had no time to take in his surroundings before he was being pressed back into the warm pillows, hungry lips tasting him before he could even swallow. Instinctively he fought against it, and pushed Jack away from him with a scowl.
“Wow... Are you always this grumpy in the morning?” Ianto dared to breathe and open his eyes again. Here he was, in Jack's bed in the hub. He let the memories of the night before wash in to his mind, and was surprised to feel the pain lessen with it.
“I'm not grumpy,” he replied with a heavy sigh.
“Oh!” Jack said happily, taking his statement at face value. “Okay!” And before he could say anything else he was covered by a great load of muscle again.
“Hey!” Ianto shouted, more coherent this time as he got Jack off him. “I just need a minute,” he said, hold up a finger as a warning. “One. Minute,” and then covered his eyes with his hands as he yawned inconspicuously. He uncovered his face and looked at Jack, half ready for him to pounce again. “What time is it?”
Jack somehow managed to shrug nonchalantly, even though he was half buried in pillows and resting on one of his elbows. “About eight forty-five,” he said, looking around vaguely at the blank walls and ceiling. “I really need to get a clock in here.”
“What!” Ianto felt his heart miss a beat. So late! “Why didn't you wake me up?”
“Well...” Jack said softly, “we were a bit energetic last night, and you looked so peaceful.” He turned onto his back and folded his arms, looking belligerent. “I really thought you could do with the rest. I mean, do you ever take a day off?” His tone had begun considerate and ended on a note of accusation. Ianto shook his head, completely bewildered.
“Yes, Jack,” he shot back. “It's called sunday, and that was just three days ago.” Only one thing could account for letting him sleep this long. Only one. “Did you fall asleep?”
Jack turned back onto his side seemingly just to look. “I lay really still and didn't think for a while. Does that count? Oh!” He smiled. “And I played with your hair.” He reached forward and his fingers curled around the back of Ianto's neck. “You know, you've got an adorable little curl just –”
“Stop it!” Ianto shouted. His heart hadn't slowed any, and he was beginning to be afraid he wouldn't get out of this. Tosh was usually early. She could arrive at any minute. And Gwen... though they didn't really need to worry about Owen. He didn't know what the morning was for either. In that he and Jack seemed similar.
“Definitely not grumpy in the morning, huh?” Jack asked with a kind of annoying sarcasm.
“Jack.” Ianto was trying to keep his temper. “This isn't morning. This is known as the time just before everyone walks in and finds me naked in bed with the boss. Tell me. How do you think that looks?”
Jack smirked. “Inevitable?” Ianto glared at him, and then sat up, getting on his knees to peer out of the hole.
“Where are my clothes?” he said, wondering what he had done with them the night before, and fearing he had left them strewn all over the floor. “I need clothes!”
His eyes encountered a chair placed just outside Jack's sleeping area. On it was a perfectly folded suit. Crisp white shirt on a hanger at the back. Even his shoes were there, and they were shiny. “I didn't do that,” Ianto said in confusion.
“No,” Jack said from the bed behind him, hands crossed behind his head. “I did. Once you were asleep.”
All of Ianto's anger drained away, and he flopped back down onto the bed heavily, leaning over to look down at Jack. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked quietly. Jack's eyes twinkled as he quite clearly and deliberately checked Ianto out.
“I'll write you a list,” he suggested, and the hell of it was that he looked serious. Ianto struggled not to laugh, and was aware that only a slight smile escaped him.
“Hmm...” he said, considering. “Well, you can have it for christmas, I suppose.” He dipped his head and kissed Jack briefly on the lips, and he was almost prepared for it when Jack caught him and held him close.
“I can be good until then,” Jack promised, “really good,” managing to put more meaning into the words than they should hold. This time Jack initiated a kiss, and Ianto pulled back a moment or two later.
“Eight forty-five, Jack,” he said as a reminder, shaking his head. “Probably more like nine o'clock now. And I need a shower.” The look of disappointment on Jack's face was almost comical. “You'll have to wake me earlier next time,” he said as he got up and climbed out of the space that held Jack's bed to pick up his clothes.
“Next time...?” The Captain's voice echoed from behind him, and Ianto smiled while Jack couldn't see it.
“I'll email you the list then, shall I?” Jack called out. Ianto smiled again as he walked away towards the shower, relieved he hadn't been seen, and wondering just what Jack had in mind for that list.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Please do consider leaving a comment. If you can't do that, please rate.
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Summary: As the late, great Douglas Adams might have said, this is the third chapter of a little one-shot that I couldn't help but write.
Disclaimer: Russell T Davies owns these characters and their world. Please don’t sue me for playing with them, mister. They're so pretty. I promise to wash them both down afterwards with hot soapy water and give them back. I make no money out of this.
Author’s Note:
Well, Jack just won't shut up. I'm wary of calling this an Epilogue, because I'll end up being proved wrong. But if I can finish this, I have another story idea that actually has a plot, if Jack will deign to get involved in that one.
This hasn’t been beta read, and it's shorter than previous chapters. If you read, if you enjoy, please leave a comment or rate the story to let me know. Thank you :)
Dinner, and a Movie – The Morning After
Ianto was almost fooled. He half-smiled somewhere between waking and sleeping where he lay curled up next to a warm, naked body. He raised a hand and encountered a flat, hard chest where a woman's softness should be. It wasn't Lisa. After all this time, he still hankered after her, and the familiar crushing sense of loss accompanied him into consciousness.
“Good morning,” a deep voice said as he opened his eyes, and he had no time to take in his surroundings before he was being pressed back into the warm pillows, hungry lips tasting him before he could even swallow. Instinctively he fought against it, and pushed Jack away from him with a scowl.
“Wow... Are you always this grumpy in the morning?” Ianto dared to breathe and open his eyes again. Here he was, in Jack's bed in the hub. He let the memories of the night before wash in to his mind, and was surprised to feel the pain lessen with it.
“I'm not grumpy,” he replied with a heavy sigh.
“Oh!” Jack said happily, taking his statement at face value. “Okay!” And before he could say anything else he was covered by a great load of muscle again.
“Hey!” Ianto shouted, more coherent this time as he got Jack off him. “I just need a minute,” he said, hold up a finger as a warning. “One. Minute,” and then covered his eyes with his hands as he yawned inconspicuously. He uncovered his face and looked at Jack, half ready for him to pounce again. “What time is it?”
Jack somehow managed to shrug nonchalantly, even though he was half buried in pillows and resting on one of his elbows. “About eight forty-five,” he said, looking around vaguely at the blank walls and ceiling. “I really need to get a clock in here.”
“What!” Ianto felt his heart miss a beat. So late! “Why didn't you wake me up?”
“Well...” Jack said softly, “we were a bit energetic last night, and you looked so peaceful.” He turned onto his back and folded his arms, looking belligerent. “I really thought you could do with the rest. I mean, do you ever take a day off?” His tone had begun considerate and ended on a note of accusation. Ianto shook his head, completely bewildered.
“Yes, Jack,” he shot back. “It's called sunday, and that was just three days ago.” Only one thing could account for letting him sleep this long. Only one. “Did you fall asleep?”
Jack turned back onto his side seemingly just to look. “I lay really still and didn't think for a while. Does that count? Oh!” He smiled. “And I played with your hair.” He reached forward and his fingers curled around the back of Ianto's neck. “You know, you've got an adorable little curl just –”
“Stop it!” Ianto shouted. His heart hadn't slowed any, and he was beginning to be afraid he wouldn't get out of this. Tosh was usually early. She could arrive at any minute. And Gwen... though they didn't really need to worry about Owen. He didn't know what the morning was for either. In that he and Jack seemed similar.
“Definitely not grumpy in the morning, huh?” Jack asked with a kind of annoying sarcasm.
“Jack.” Ianto was trying to keep his temper. “This isn't morning. This is known as the time just before everyone walks in and finds me naked in bed with the boss. Tell me. How do you think that looks?”
Jack smirked. “Inevitable?” Ianto glared at him, and then sat up, getting on his knees to peer out of the hole.
“Where are my clothes?” he said, wondering what he had done with them the night before, and fearing he had left them strewn all over the floor. “I need clothes!”
His eyes encountered a chair placed just outside Jack's sleeping area. On it was a perfectly folded suit. Crisp white shirt on a hanger at the back. Even his shoes were there, and they were shiny. “I didn't do that,” Ianto said in confusion.
“No,” Jack said from the bed behind him, hands crossed behind his head. “I did. Once you were asleep.”
All of Ianto's anger drained away, and he flopped back down onto the bed heavily, leaning over to look down at Jack. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked quietly. Jack's eyes twinkled as he quite clearly and deliberately checked Ianto out.
“I'll write you a list,” he suggested, and the hell of it was that he looked serious. Ianto struggled not to laugh, and was aware that only a slight smile escaped him.
“Hmm...” he said, considering. “Well, you can have it for christmas, I suppose.” He dipped his head and kissed Jack briefly on the lips, and he was almost prepared for it when Jack caught him and held him close.
“I can be good until then,” Jack promised, “really good,” managing to put more meaning into the words than they should hold. This time Jack initiated a kiss, and Ianto pulled back a moment or two later.
“Eight forty-five, Jack,” he said as a reminder, shaking his head. “Probably more like nine o'clock now. And I need a shower.” The look of disappointment on Jack's face was almost comical. “You'll have to wake me earlier next time,” he said as he got up and climbed out of the space that held Jack's bed to pick up his clothes.
“Next time...?” The Captain's voice echoed from behind him, and Ianto smiled while Jack couldn't see it.
“I'll email you the list then, shall I?” Jack called out. Ianto smiled again as he walked away towards the shower, relieved he hadn't been seen, and wondering just what Jack had in mind for that list.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Please do consider leaving a comment. If you can't do that, please rate.