What To Do With A Free Evening
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custodianTitle: What To Do With A Free Evening
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: In which Ianto tries on a new outfit, and nothing much is decided on. Sneaky references to the premise for Almost Perfect, which hasn't even come out yet. (I know, I know, I'm begging to be Jossed.) Written for the July 26 prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
horizonssing.
Jack watched as Ianto adjusted the heavy pistol belt around his waist. Battle dress was precise, and tidy, but Ianto was clearly used to a different sort of uniform. This was coarse and heavy in all the wrong places, and he looked perturbed, as if he was wondering if he’d done it all properly.
Jack licked his lips and sat down on the edge of his desk. “You look fantastic.”
Ianto tugged absently at his beret. “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.”
“Not all of them.”
“Alright, then,” Ianto said with a smirk as he turned to face Jack. “Most of them, and half of the girls as well.”
Jack grinned and shrugged.
Apparently satisfied with his cap, Ianto leaned against the door frame to Jack’s office. “So let’s see. We’ve done the hockey stick to death, the jump leads, that little thing with the –“ he made a gesture, describing the motion of the object in question.
“Oh, I really liked that one.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“You know, I’m trying to decide which I like better. You in a little red cap, or what you wore last time.” Jack bit his lip and looked thoughtful. “It was kind of hot last time.”
“That doesn’t count,” Ianto said as he pinked slightly.
“Oh, I don’t know. Irregularities aside, you had all the right curves in—”
“—all the right places. Yes, I remember,” Ianto grumbled. “And I’ll remind you that you didn’t seem entirely pleased about it at the time.”
“Hey,” Jack said. “Don’t sell yourself short. Under the right circumstances, I could have fallen for those feminine wiles, Mr. Jones.”
“Yes, well, you’ll have to make do with me. Masculine, very much in a male body and distinctly pleased about it me.”
Jack walked across his office and pulled Ianto against him. “I think you’ll find I’ve got no complaints.”
“No,” Ianto said, and glanced down. “You seem decidedly enthusiastic. Which raises the question –“
“—of what we should do with our deliciously free evening. I know.” Jack toyed with the fastenings on Ianto’s black tactical jacket.
Ianto snickered. “You do remember that I only just got into this, don’t you? Or how fascinated you were with the idea because you’ve never seen me in military uniform?”
Jack nuzzled into Ianto’s neck. “Yeah, but now I’ve seen the full effect, I’ve got to say I’m really looking forward to taking you out of it.”
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: In which Ianto tries on a new outfit, and nothing much is decided on. Sneaky references to the premise for Almost Perfect, which hasn't even come out yet. (I know, I know, I'm begging to be Jossed.) Written for the July 26 prompt at
horizonssing.Jack watched as Ianto adjusted the heavy pistol belt around his waist. Battle dress was precise, and tidy, but Ianto was clearly used to a different sort of uniform. This was coarse and heavy in all the wrong places, and he looked perturbed, as if he was wondering if he’d done it all properly.
Jack licked his lips and sat down on the edge of his desk. “You look fantastic.”
Ianto tugged absently at his beret. “I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.”
“Not all of them.”
“Alright, then,” Ianto said with a smirk as he turned to face Jack. “Most of them, and half of the girls as well.”
Jack grinned and shrugged.
Apparently satisfied with his cap, Ianto leaned against the door frame to Jack’s office. “So let’s see. We’ve done the hockey stick to death, the jump leads, that little thing with the –“ he made a gesture, describing the motion of the object in question.
“Oh, I really liked that one.”
Ianto rolled his eyes. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“You know, I’m trying to decide which I like better. You in a little red cap, or what you wore last time.” Jack bit his lip and looked thoughtful. “It was kind of hot last time.”
“That doesn’t count,” Ianto said as he pinked slightly.
“Oh, I don’t know. Irregularities aside, you had all the right curves in—”
“—all the right places. Yes, I remember,” Ianto grumbled. “And I’ll remind you that you didn’t seem entirely pleased about it at the time.”
“Hey,” Jack said. “Don’t sell yourself short. Under the right circumstances, I could have fallen for those feminine wiles, Mr. Jones.”
“Yes, well, you’ll have to make do with me. Masculine, very much in a male body and distinctly pleased about it me.”
Jack walked across his office and pulled Ianto against him. “I think you’ll find I’ve got no complaints.”
“No,” Ianto said, and glanced down. “You seem decidedly enthusiastic. Which raises the question –“
“—of what we should do with our deliciously free evening. I know.” Jack toyed with the fastenings on Ianto’s black tactical jacket.
Ianto snickered. “You do remember that I only just got into this, don’t you? Or how fascinated you were with the idea because you’ve never seen me in military uniform?”
Jack nuzzled into Ianto’s neck. “Yeah, but now I’ve seen the full effect, I’ve got to say I’m really looking forward to taking you out of it.”