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laliginWell, I can't believe it, but I'm the first to do this. Shame on all others.
And heavens, shame on me. More fluffy slushy slashy-ness abounds.
I blame Jantolution. After all, it is their challenge.
Fandom: Torchwood (what else?)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slush. Fluff. Slash. You have been warned.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Forty days without giving in to your addiction?
Prompt: Jantolution Challenge #1, Random prompt #3 - 'N Sync.
Lent
“Well,” Ianto said thoughtfully, glancing at the clock as he sat up. “What are you giving up for Lent?”
Jack rolled over to stare at him, leaning on one elbow and blinking for a moment, saying, “Lent?”
There was a pause, then he said, “Oh, Lent. Yeah. I wasn’t going to give up anything. Not religious.”
Ianto shrugged, and got up, saying, “It’s still quite a good idea. Giving up your addictions. Usually makes people healthier, at least,” as he headed for the bathroom.
“Really,” Jack said doubtfully, watching him. “So what will you be giving up?”
“’N Sync,” Ianto called as he turned on the shower, and Jack was sure he’d misheard. He got up and went to the bathroom door, asking, “What?” and Ianto glanced at him, then repeated, “’N Sync. I have a bad habit of listening to a couple of their old albums if I’m not doing much else at home.”
“Good grief,” Jack said, and grinned at him as his expression turned sheepish. “Clearly I’ll need to give you less time to yourself from now on, if only to save you from that.”
“I appreciate the offer,” Ianto told him, and turned his back, concentrating on his shower. Jack stayed in the bathroom doorway, looking thoughtful.
“Decided yet?” Ianto asked as he turned the water off and stepped out, picking up his towel from the rack.
“Mm? Oh, yeah, Lent,” Jack said distractedly, then shrugged. “I’m not addicted to anything.”
“Sex,” Ianto said without hesitation.
Jack grinned, and said, “Ah, but you just showered...”
“Point proven,” Ianto told him, brushing past to get dressed in the bedroom. When he looked back, Jack was pouting a little, and Ianto laughed.
“Go on,” he said. “Give up sex for Lent.”
“I don’t want to,” Jack shrugged.
“You mean you can’t,” Ianto corrected, and started pulling his clothes on while Jack glared at him from the bathroom door.
“I could if I wanted,” he declared, “but it’s not good for you and I don’t want to.”
Smirking, Ianto sat on the bed to put on his socks and shoes, and said, “You wouldn’t last five minutes.”
Jack snorted, for lack of anything better to say, and went to have his shower.
~*~
A little before lunchtime, Jack had just finished talking to UNIT and, subsequently, had got a slight headache sneaking up on him. He ventured out into the main area of the Hub, and surveyed the empty desks critically.
Ianto arrived with a cup of coffee, and Jack asked him, “Where is everybody?”
“They went out to deal with a reported Weevil sighting,” Ianto said, putting the coffee cup on the nearest table. “It’s just you and me at the moment.”
Jack grinned, and Ianto moved closer. Habit easily drew them into an embrace, but when Ianto went to kiss him, Jack put a finger over his lips and pulled out of his arms, saying, “Nope.”
“What?” Ianto asked, startled, and Jack, eyebrows raised, said, “Lent, remember?”
After a momentary pause, Ianto smiled a little, and said, “I challenged you to give up sex, not kissing.”
Jack smirked.
“You told me to give up something I’m addicted to. So you’ll have to wait till Easter.”
He turned away and picked up the mug from the table, saying, “Thanks for the coffee, though,” and wandered back through to his office.
Ianto stood where he was for a moment, then decided (a little petulantly) that if Jack wanted to play things like that, then he would be as cold and reserved as necessary until Jack gave in and admitted he couldn’t carry on.
He went back to the tourist information office, and nodded a greeting to the other three when they returned, both Gwen and Tosh complaining at Owen because he’d bought chocolate, just to torment them with what they couldn’t have.
~*~
By the time Owen was asking about going home, Ianto was almost wishing that there had been a Weevil brought in. Jack had been insufferable all day, asking Gwen and Tosh how their withdrawal symptoms were and joining Owen in a spree of eating all sorts of chocolate – with not one single suggestive look at Ianto, even when he’d suggested melting white chocolate and coating various items with it. It was almost more than Ianto could stand.
Eventually, only he and Jack were left in the Hub again, and he locked up the tourist information office, then went to find Jack.
“Are you coming home?” he asked on entering the office, aware how forlorn he sounded.
Jack glanced up, smiled a little, and said, “You can make me a bed on the sofa, right?”
Sighing, Ianto said, “Jack, I was only joking when I suggested you give up sex. Really.”
Jack shrugged, saying, “I’m sure it’s a good exercise in self control. And you know they say good things come to those who wait.”
Despite Jack’s grin, Ianto didn’t feel much better.
“Fine,” he muttered, looking down at the floor. “I’m going home.”
He turned away and went to collect his jacket from where he’d left it on the sofa, trying to remember where he’d put his ’N Sync albums at home. That done, he headed for the paving stone lift, but was startled by Jack, who was still shrugging his coat on as he jogged to catch up then jumped onto the stone with him.
“Mind if I join you?” Jack asked, grinning at him, and Ianto shrugged wordlessly.
Jack pushed a button on his wrist computer, then wrapped his arms round Ianto’s waist and kissed his neck.
“What happened to Lent?” Ianto asked, twisting to look at him.
“You didn’t really think I’d give you up for any length of time, did you?” Jack retorted, raising his eyebrows.
Ianto couldn’t help smiling a little as the stone reached street level. “What did you give up, then?”
“Restraint,” Jack muttered, planting a few kisses along Ianto’s jaw.
“Sounds good to me,” said Ianto, and kissed him back.
And heavens, shame on me. More fluffy slushy slashy-ness abounds.
I blame Jantolution. After all, it is their challenge.
Fandom: Torchwood (what else?)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slush. Fluff. Slash. You have been warned.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Forty days without giving in to your addiction?
Prompt: Jantolution Challenge #1, Random prompt #3 - 'N Sync.
Lent
“Well,” Ianto said thoughtfully, glancing at the clock as he sat up. “What are you giving up for Lent?”
Jack rolled over to stare at him, leaning on one elbow and blinking for a moment, saying, “Lent?”
There was a pause, then he said, “Oh, Lent. Yeah. I wasn’t going to give up anything. Not religious.”
Ianto shrugged, and got up, saying, “It’s still quite a good idea. Giving up your addictions. Usually makes people healthier, at least,” as he headed for the bathroom.
“Really,” Jack said doubtfully, watching him. “So what will you be giving up?”
“’N Sync,” Ianto called as he turned on the shower, and Jack was sure he’d misheard. He got up and went to the bathroom door, asking, “What?” and Ianto glanced at him, then repeated, “’N Sync. I have a bad habit of listening to a couple of their old albums if I’m not doing much else at home.”
“Good grief,” Jack said, and grinned at him as his expression turned sheepish. “Clearly I’ll need to give you less time to yourself from now on, if only to save you from that.”
“I appreciate the offer,” Ianto told him, and turned his back, concentrating on his shower. Jack stayed in the bathroom doorway, looking thoughtful.
“Decided yet?” Ianto asked as he turned the water off and stepped out, picking up his towel from the rack.
“Mm? Oh, yeah, Lent,” Jack said distractedly, then shrugged. “I’m not addicted to anything.”
“Sex,” Ianto said without hesitation.
Jack grinned, and said, “Ah, but you just showered...”
“Point proven,” Ianto told him, brushing past to get dressed in the bedroom. When he looked back, Jack was pouting a little, and Ianto laughed.
“Go on,” he said. “Give up sex for Lent.”
“I don’t want to,” Jack shrugged.
“You mean you can’t,” Ianto corrected, and started pulling his clothes on while Jack glared at him from the bathroom door.
“I could if I wanted,” he declared, “but it’s not good for you and I don’t want to.”
Smirking, Ianto sat on the bed to put on his socks and shoes, and said, “You wouldn’t last five minutes.”
Jack snorted, for lack of anything better to say, and went to have his shower.
A little before lunchtime, Jack had just finished talking to UNIT and, subsequently, had got a slight headache sneaking up on him. He ventured out into the main area of the Hub, and surveyed the empty desks critically.
Ianto arrived with a cup of coffee, and Jack asked him, “Where is everybody?”
“They went out to deal with a reported Weevil sighting,” Ianto said, putting the coffee cup on the nearest table. “It’s just you and me at the moment.”
Jack grinned, and Ianto moved closer. Habit easily drew them into an embrace, but when Ianto went to kiss him, Jack put a finger over his lips and pulled out of his arms, saying, “Nope.”
“What?” Ianto asked, startled, and Jack, eyebrows raised, said, “Lent, remember?”
After a momentary pause, Ianto smiled a little, and said, “I challenged you to give up sex, not kissing.”
Jack smirked.
“You told me to give up something I’m addicted to. So you’ll have to wait till Easter.”
He turned away and picked up the mug from the table, saying, “Thanks for the coffee, though,” and wandered back through to his office.
Ianto stood where he was for a moment, then decided (a little petulantly) that if Jack wanted to play things like that, then he would be as cold and reserved as necessary until Jack gave in and admitted he couldn’t carry on.
He went back to the tourist information office, and nodded a greeting to the other three when they returned, both Gwen and Tosh complaining at Owen because he’d bought chocolate, just to torment them with what they couldn’t have.
By the time Owen was asking about going home, Ianto was almost wishing that there had been a Weevil brought in. Jack had been insufferable all day, asking Gwen and Tosh how their withdrawal symptoms were and joining Owen in a spree of eating all sorts of chocolate – with not one single suggestive look at Ianto, even when he’d suggested melting white chocolate and coating various items with it. It was almost more than Ianto could stand.
Eventually, only he and Jack were left in the Hub again, and he locked up the tourist information office, then went to find Jack.
“Are you coming home?” he asked on entering the office, aware how forlorn he sounded.
Jack glanced up, smiled a little, and said, “You can make me a bed on the sofa, right?”
Sighing, Ianto said, “Jack, I was only joking when I suggested you give up sex. Really.”
Jack shrugged, saying, “I’m sure it’s a good exercise in self control. And you know they say good things come to those who wait.”
Despite Jack’s grin, Ianto didn’t feel much better.
“Fine,” he muttered, looking down at the floor. “I’m going home.”
He turned away and went to collect his jacket from where he’d left it on the sofa, trying to remember where he’d put his ’N Sync albums at home. That done, he headed for the paving stone lift, but was startled by Jack, who was still shrugging his coat on as he jogged to catch up then jumped onto the stone with him.
“Mind if I join you?” Jack asked, grinning at him, and Ianto shrugged wordlessly.
Jack pushed a button on his wrist computer, then wrapped his arms round Ianto’s waist and kissed his neck.
“What happened to Lent?” Ianto asked, twisting to look at him.
“You didn’t really think I’d give you up for any length of time, did you?” Jack retorted, raising his eyebrows.
Ianto couldn’t help smiling a little as the stone reached street level. “What did you give up, then?”
“Restraint,” Jack muttered, planting a few kisses along Ianto’s jaw.
“Sounds good to me,” said Ianto, and kissed him back.
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Date: 2007-02-22 04:34 pm (UTC)Hidden depths and hidden shallows, huh?
I... er... I may have another fic involving his bizarre tastes in music. :D I shall Jantolution it eventually.
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Date: 2007-02-22 02:46 pm (UTC)All Torchwood episodes are available online here (http://pic5.piczo.com/nickscoolstuff/?g=23415790).
And if you really want to become a true convert, seasons one and two (and three, in a month or two) of the recent Doctor Who revival (which led to Torchwood as a spin-off, though you don't necessarily need to see Who first...) are here (http://pic5.piczo.com/nickscoolstuff/?g=22793191&cr=5).
Ahem. Thank you, by the way. ^_^
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Date: 2007-02-22 12:57 am (UTC)Now, I realize this line shouldn't make me squee and fangirl as much as it did, but seriously. Jack. And Ianto. Going home. Together. How much cuter can you possibly get?
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Date: 2007-02-22 02:59 pm (UTC)Jack + Ianto = Happy Fangirls.
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Date: 2007-02-22 02:47 am (UTC)'N Sync. BWAH.
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Date: 2008-02-27 02:00 pm (UTC)“Restraint,” - that made me laugh.
Thanks for making me laugh :c)
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