Happy Birthday, Ianto~! <3
I shall have a lovely cupcake later in your honor. ^_^ ...Hopefully, provided the cupcake place is open on my way home. ^_~
I also posted comment fic over on tw_classic's birthday post, but figured I'd share it here too. siriuslyblack95's prompt was drunk!Ianto.
...As if I could pass that up. >_>
So yes, short ficlet behind the cut!
Title: Here, now
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Rating: PG-13
Ianto sank back into the hub’s tattered couch and closed his eyes.
A moment later, the room had almost stopped spinning, and he let out a long breath as the sounds of the hub filtered in around him. Everything whizzing and whirring and humming in the semi-darkness. It was enough to put him to sleep, really, and he was just about to give in and do just that when he felt a hand on his knee.
“Ianto Jones,” Jack said by way of greeting as he joined Ianto on the couch, sinking in next to him. His presence was a welcome warmth that seemed to wrap around Ianto like a blanket, pulling him together, and holding him close. He blinked several times until Jack’s face came into focus next to him.
“Hi,” Ianto said, and smiled. It felt good on his face, so he smiled wider, and watched as Jack smiled back.
Ianto really liked Jack’s smile, and right now, seeing those lips quirked up like that made his stomach turn over and over and over again excitedly, until finally, he just couldn’t help himself. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Jack’s mouth.
Jack’s lips parted easily, and inside Jack’s mouth, Ianto could taste coffee, and something even better, something sweet, something that he recognized was always there, and that reminded him of all the other times they’d done this, so many that it made his head spin, and oh, Ianto loved it when Jack did that with his tongue, when he swirled it around behind his teeth, and then over across the roof of his mouth like spreading jam across a smooth slice of bread. And then there was the gentle pressure of Jack’s tongue against his own, and Ianto squeezed his eyes shut tight, even though that made him shift clumsily against Jack’s chest until their teeth knocked together.
Jack pulled away from him, his hands on Ianto’s shoulders to steady him, and he was smiling again, bright and wonderful and honest, the way Ianto always liked best. And then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Ianto’s forehead. Ianto held his breath, and leaned into the touch.
“I take it you had a good time then?” Jack asked after a moment, meeting his eyes.
Ianto let out a sigh, that quickly turned into a yawn.
“Probably too good,” he admitted. “I’ll feel this tomorrow.”
“So what?” Jack said quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Ianto’s ear. “It’s your birthday. You deserve to let go every once in a while.”
“Yeah, well…”
“Besides,” Jack said, leaning in close. “It suits you.”
Ianto laughed, and then found he had to bite his cheek to stop. He blinked at Jack. “Thanks,” he said finally, pressing his lips together in a firm line to stop from grinning.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to dinner,” Jack told him. He looked genuinely sad, and so Ianto reached over and took his hand. In Jack’s lap, he slowly laced their fingers together, marveling at the feel of Jack’s fingers against his knuckles, the way they slid softly over his palm.
“I missed you,” Ianto told him. “I didn’t tell Gwen, but I did. I missed you.”
Jack brought their hands to his face and pressed his lips to Ianto’s fingers.
“I’m here now,” Jack whispered, and the warmth of his breath sifted through their fingers like sand. Ianto closed his eyes with a shiver of anticipation and waited.
“I’m right here,” Jack told him, and when Ianto opened his eyes again, he thought maybe the room had finally stopped moving after all.
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I also posted comment fic over on tw_classic's birthday post, but figured I'd share it here too. siriuslyblack95's prompt was drunk!Ianto.
...As if I could pass that up. >_>
So yes, short ficlet behind the cut!
Title: Here, now
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Rating: PG-13
Ianto sank back into the hub’s tattered couch and closed his eyes.
A moment later, the room had almost stopped spinning, and he let out a long breath as the sounds of the hub filtered in around him. Everything whizzing and whirring and humming in the semi-darkness. It was enough to put him to sleep, really, and he was just about to give in and do just that when he felt a hand on his knee.
“Ianto Jones,” Jack said by way of greeting as he joined Ianto on the couch, sinking in next to him. His presence was a welcome warmth that seemed to wrap around Ianto like a blanket, pulling him together, and holding him close. He blinked several times until Jack’s face came into focus next to him.
“Hi,” Ianto said, and smiled. It felt good on his face, so he smiled wider, and watched as Jack smiled back.
Ianto really liked Jack’s smile, and right now, seeing those lips quirked up like that made his stomach turn over and over and over again excitedly, until finally, he just couldn’t help himself. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Jack’s mouth.
Jack’s lips parted easily, and inside Jack’s mouth, Ianto could taste coffee, and something even better, something sweet, something that he recognized was always there, and that reminded him of all the other times they’d done this, so many that it made his head spin, and oh, Ianto loved it when Jack did that with his tongue, when he swirled it around behind his teeth, and then over across the roof of his mouth like spreading jam across a smooth slice of bread. And then there was the gentle pressure of Jack’s tongue against his own, and Ianto squeezed his eyes shut tight, even though that made him shift clumsily against Jack’s chest until their teeth knocked together.
Jack pulled away from him, his hands on Ianto’s shoulders to steady him, and he was smiling again, bright and wonderful and honest, the way Ianto always liked best. And then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Ianto’s forehead. Ianto held his breath, and leaned into the touch.
“I take it you had a good time then?” Jack asked after a moment, meeting his eyes.
Ianto let out a sigh, that quickly turned into a yawn.
“Probably too good,” he admitted. “I’ll feel this tomorrow.”
“So what?” Jack said quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Ianto’s ear. “It’s your birthday. You deserve to let go every once in a while.”
“Yeah, well…”
“Besides,” Jack said, leaning in close. “It suits you.”
Ianto laughed, and then found he had to bite his cheek to stop. He blinked at Jack. “Thanks,” he said finally, pressing his lips together in a firm line to stop from grinning.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to dinner,” Jack told him. He looked genuinely sad, and so Ianto reached over and took his hand. In Jack’s lap, he slowly laced their fingers together, marveling at the feel of Jack’s fingers against his knuckles, the way they slid softly over his palm.
“I missed you,” Ianto told him. “I didn’t tell Gwen, but I did. I missed you.”
Jack brought their hands to his face and pressed his lips to Ianto’s fingers.
“I’m here now,” Jack whispered, and the warmth of his breath sifted through their fingers like sand. Ianto closed his eyes with a shiver of anticipation and waited.
“I’m right here,” Jack told him, and when Ianto opened his eyes again, he thought maybe the room had finally stopped moving after all.
***
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