Fic: Vizzini's Rule (28/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 28
Rating: R for sexual references
Warnings: Ummm...fluff
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Jack teaches Ianto the proper way to eat pizza...
Notes: Shockingly fluffy chap. Enjoy!! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-Eight
When last we saw our dashing heroes…“ Why don’t you take that distracting body upstairs and order us some pizza or something while I finish in here. Otherwise we’ll never get out and Owen will find us in a week all pruny and shivering ‘cause the hot water ran out.”
Ianto laughed. “Wouldn’t want that now would we?” He gave Jack one last kiss and groaned a little as their hips pressed together.
“Out!” Jack hollered as he smiled. “Or I’m gonna have you up against that tile before you can blink.”
“Yes, sir!” Ianto said with a cheeky grin as he slid the shower door shut.
Ianto toweled off quickly and pulled on his borrowed clothes. He called the new pizza place he’d found recently and ordered a large New York style cheese pizza. Hopefully Jack was okay with no toppings because there was no way he was eating meat for a while, if ever again. After he placed the call, he sat on the sofa for a few minutes still trying to process everything that had happened. He shook his head. He decided he was over-thinking the situation. For once in my life, I’m just going to let whatever happens happen, he swore.
Jack popped up out of his office as Ianto was heading upstairs. “What did you get?”
“Cheese pizza.”
“Cheese? Hmm, actually that sounds pretty good. Beer?” he asked as he walked over to the kitchen area.
“Yeah, thanks. Be right back,” he said as he opened the cog door.
He only had to wait a minute or two for the delivery boy and the pizza was still steaming when he got it back downstairs. Jack was sitting on the sofa and waved him over as he came through the door.
“Wouldn’t the conference room be a better place to eat?” Ianto asked.
“Nah,” Jack replied taking the box from Ianto so he could sit down. “It’s just pizza.”
They ended up sitting facing each other, cross-legged on the sofa with the pizza box balanced between them on their knees. Jack was soon giving Ianto pizza-eating pointers.
“No, no, no. You have to fold it in half, like this,” he said, demonstrating.
“And why would I want to do that?” Ianto said taking a small bit of his slice.
“Because then you can eat one handed and not worry about it flopping,” Jack said.
“Hmm,” Ianto said. He tried to fold his piece but the crust was too crispy.
Jack leaned up over the box, “No, see you just break it and then-”
The alarm sounded as the door rolled back, revealing a very distracted Owen.
“Jack! Jack, you here?” Owen was dialing his phone as he walked towards Jack’s office without looking up. “Jack! Dammit! Have you heard from Ianto? I went over to check on him but he wasn’t home and the git isn’t answering his mobile. Jack!” Owen finally turned around saw Jack and Ianto on the sofa. “There you are!” he yelled stomping over to them. “Where the hell have you been? Why isn’t your mobile on? What if there was an emergency?”
Ianto swallowed his bite of pizza and said, “If there was an emergency, I wouldn’t need my phone because I’m already here.”
“That’s not the point!” Owen ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve been trying to check on you and you’re nowhere to be found.”
“How many places did you look?” Ianto asked as he continued to eat his now properly folded pizza.
Owen opened his mouth to retort but then suddenly looked sheepish. “Uh… well, your place and here.”
Jack and Ianto both laughed and Owen reluctantly joined in. “Alright, fine, I’m a twat. Give us some pizza.”
Ianto offered the box to Owen as he sat down on the coffee table. He asked Ianto how he was feeling as he took a bite of his slice.
“Fine all things considered. I slept for a while and then took another hot shower, that seemed to help,” Ianto said.
“No dizziness or nausea?”
Ianto, who was busy taking a bite of his pizza, rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Jack spoke up. “He’s been fine, Owen. No signs of a concussion or any internal injuries.”
“You’ve been keeping an eye on him? Good man. Hey, is there more beer in the fridge?”
Owen went to investigate the kitchen area and Jack nudged Ianto with his knee and winked.
Ianto rolled his eyes, but grinned back nonetheless.
After the three of them finished off the pizza, Owen offered to give Ianto a lift home.
“No thanks, Owen. I’ve got my car here.”
“You should be home, resting. And taking your painkillers,” Owen said.
“I don’t like them, they make me sleepy.”
“You should be sleepy. You should be sleeping.”
“I’m a grownup, Owen, I’ll go to sleep when I feel like it.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m a doctor, Ianto, and I’m telling you-”
“Hey!” Jack broke in. “Owen, have you checked on Gwen? How is she?”
Owen’s face went white and then red. “Gwen? Uh… dunno, haven’t seen her. I mean, I have seen her, checked in a while ago and she was fine, fine, yeah so… Ianto? Get some rest. Thanks for the pizza. Later!” And he practically ran from the Hub.
Jack and Ianto stared at each other for a moment. Jack burst into laughter. “What the hell was that? I just wanted to get him off your back.”
Ianto shrugged, “The day I understand why Owen does anything will be a very strange day.”
Jack chuckled. He sat back on the sofa and motioned for Ianto to join him, arranging them so Ianto was lying on his back with his head in Jack’s lap. Jack ran a hand through Ianto’s hair. “He’s right, though. You should try to get some sleep.”
Ianto opened his eyes. He reached up to trace Jack’s lower lip with his finger. “I might be talked into going to back to bed, but I won’t promise I’ll sleep.”
Jack caught the finger between his teeth and bit gently. “Oh yeah? You sure? Not too sore?”
“Haven’t you been listening? I’m okay, really, I-” Ianto broke off when Jack raised an eyebrow. He felt his cheeks go pink. “Oh. You mean… no, I mean yes. I mean, no! Not too sore, I… Oh God!” He rolled on to his side, hiding his face in Jack’s shirt.
Jack laughed and stroked Ianto’s back. “I’ll make you a deal,” he offered.
“What’s that?” Ianto’s voice was muffled.
“I promise I’ll take you back to bed and do everything in my power to wear you out, but after that you have to promise to sleep.”
Ianto shivered. “Deal,” he said.
“Good,” Jack stood up, pulling Ianto off the sofa and into his arms. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.”
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rating: R for sexual references
Warnings: Ummm...fluff
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Jack teaches Ianto the proper way to eat pizza...
Notes: Shockingly fluffy chap. Enjoy!! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Twenty-Eight
When last we saw our dashing heroes…“ Why don’t you take that distracting body upstairs and order us some pizza or something while I finish in here. Otherwise we’ll never get out and Owen will find us in a week all pruny and shivering ‘cause the hot water ran out.”
Ianto laughed. “Wouldn’t want that now would we?” He gave Jack one last kiss and groaned a little as their hips pressed together.
“Out!” Jack hollered as he smiled. “Or I’m gonna have you up against that tile before you can blink.”
“Yes, sir!” Ianto said with a cheeky grin as he slid the shower door shut.
Ianto toweled off quickly and pulled on his borrowed clothes. He called the new pizza place he’d found recently and ordered a large New York style cheese pizza. Hopefully Jack was okay with no toppings because there was no way he was eating meat for a while, if ever again. After he placed the call, he sat on the sofa for a few minutes still trying to process everything that had happened. He shook his head. He decided he was over-thinking the situation. For once in my life, I’m just going to let whatever happens happen, he swore.
Jack popped up out of his office as Ianto was heading upstairs. “What did you get?”
“Cheese pizza.”
“Cheese? Hmm, actually that sounds pretty good. Beer?” he asked as he walked over to the kitchen area.
“Yeah, thanks. Be right back,” he said as he opened the cog door.
He only had to wait a minute or two for the delivery boy and the pizza was still steaming when he got it back downstairs. Jack was sitting on the sofa and waved him over as he came through the door.
“Wouldn’t the conference room be a better place to eat?” Ianto asked.
“Nah,” Jack replied taking the box from Ianto so he could sit down. “It’s just pizza.”
They ended up sitting facing each other, cross-legged on the sofa with the pizza box balanced between them on their knees. Jack was soon giving Ianto pizza-eating pointers.
“No, no, no. You have to fold it in half, like this,” he said, demonstrating.
“And why would I want to do that?” Ianto said taking a small bit of his slice.
“Because then you can eat one handed and not worry about it flopping,” Jack said.
“Hmm,” Ianto said. He tried to fold his piece but the crust was too crispy.
Jack leaned up over the box, “No, see you just break it and then-”
The alarm sounded as the door rolled back, revealing a very distracted Owen.
“Jack! Jack, you here?” Owen was dialing his phone as he walked towards Jack’s office without looking up. “Jack! Dammit! Have you heard from Ianto? I went over to check on him but he wasn’t home and the git isn’t answering his mobile. Jack!” Owen finally turned around saw Jack and Ianto on the sofa. “There you are!” he yelled stomping over to them. “Where the hell have you been? Why isn’t your mobile on? What if there was an emergency?”
Ianto swallowed his bite of pizza and said, “If there was an emergency, I wouldn’t need my phone because I’m already here.”
“That’s not the point!” Owen ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve been trying to check on you and you’re nowhere to be found.”
“How many places did you look?” Ianto asked as he continued to eat his now properly folded pizza.
Owen opened his mouth to retort but then suddenly looked sheepish. “Uh… well, your place and here.”
Jack and Ianto both laughed and Owen reluctantly joined in. “Alright, fine, I’m a twat. Give us some pizza.”
Ianto offered the box to Owen as he sat down on the coffee table. He asked Ianto how he was feeling as he took a bite of his slice.
“Fine all things considered. I slept for a while and then took another hot shower, that seemed to help,” Ianto said.
“No dizziness or nausea?”
Ianto, who was busy taking a bite of his pizza, rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Jack spoke up. “He’s been fine, Owen. No signs of a concussion or any internal injuries.”
“You’ve been keeping an eye on him? Good man. Hey, is there more beer in the fridge?”
Owen went to investigate the kitchen area and Jack nudged Ianto with his knee and winked.
Ianto rolled his eyes, but grinned back nonetheless.
After the three of them finished off the pizza, Owen offered to give Ianto a lift home.
“No thanks, Owen. I’ve got my car here.”
“You should be home, resting. And taking your painkillers,” Owen said.
“I don’t like them, they make me sleepy.”
“You should be sleepy. You should be sleeping.”
“I’m a grownup, Owen, I’ll go to sleep when I feel like it.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m a doctor, Ianto, and I’m telling you-”
“Hey!” Jack broke in. “Owen, have you checked on Gwen? How is she?”
Owen’s face went white and then red. “Gwen? Uh… dunno, haven’t seen her. I mean, I have seen her, checked in a while ago and she was fine, fine, yeah so… Ianto? Get some rest. Thanks for the pizza. Later!” And he practically ran from the Hub.
Jack and Ianto stared at each other for a moment. Jack burst into laughter. “What the hell was that? I just wanted to get him off your back.”
Ianto shrugged, “The day I understand why Owen does anything will be a very strange day.”
Jack chuckled. He sat back on the sofa and motioned for Ianto to join him, arranging them so Ianto was lying on his back with his head in Jack’s lap. Jack ran a hand through Ianto’s hair. “He’s right, though. You should try to get some sleep.”
Ianto opened his eyes. He reached up to trace Jack’s lower lip with his finger. “I might be talked into going to back to bed, but I won’t promise I’ll sleep.”
Jack caught the finger between his teeth and bit gently. “Oh yeah? You sure? Not too sore?”
“Haven’t you been listening? I’m okay, really, I-” Ianto broke off when Jack raised an eyebrow. He felt his cheeks go pink. “Oh. You mean… no, I mean yes. I mean, no! Not too sore, I… Oh God!” He rolled on to his side, hiding his face in Jack’s shirt.
Jack laughed and stroked Ianto’s back. “I’ll make you a deal,” he offered.
“What’s that?” Ianto’s voice was muffled.
“I promise I’ll take you back to bed and do everything in my power to wear you out, but after that you have to promise to sleep.”
Ianto shivered. “Deal,” he said.
“Good,” Jack stood up, pulling Ianto off the sofa and into his arms. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.”
TBC in Chapter Twenty-Nine