Fic: Vizzini's Rule (74/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 74
Rating: R
Warnings: None really, some off-screen nookie :)
Spoilers: Season One thru Out of Time (1x10)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Out of Time.
Summary: In which Ianto and Jack relax on Christmas Day...
Notes: Okay, this week wraps up the holidays, we’ll be moving on to ‘Combat’ next weekend. So this week is fluff - fluff - fluff. Enjoy! :D
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Seventy-Four
Ianto awoke to pale winter sunlight filling the room. Jack was standing by the window, holding the blinds to one side as he gazed out on the morning. Ianto took a moment to admire Jack’s broad shoulders, the smooth planes of his back that gave way to the firm roundness of his arse before tapering down to the long muscles of his legs. He even has beautiful feet, Ianto mused. He pulled a blanket off the end of the bed and threw it around himself as he padded across the room to Jack.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked quietly, folding Jack in the blanket as well as he wrapped his arms around him from behind.
“Morning,” Jack murmured. He placed a kiss on Ianto’s temple. “You sleep okay?”
“Mmmhmm,” Ianto nodded, resting his head on Jack’s shoulder. “You?”
“Oh yeah,” Jack said as he turned from the window and slipped his arms around Ianto. “Always sleep good with you.” He kissed Ianto softly.
“What were you looking at?” Ianto asked, trying to run his hands over Jack’s back without dropping the blanket.
“Just checking the weather. Snow might have made tonight tricky but if this holds, it looks like it’ll be clear.”
“Mmmm.” Ianto kissed Jack again. “That’s not until after supper, right?”
Jack hummed in agreement, his mouth busy with the soft patch of skin behind Ianto’s left ear.
“Then come back to bed,” Ianto whispered.
“Oh, yes, sir,” Jack said as he covered Ianto’s mouth with his own.
Eventually, they got out of bed and took a shower and made coffee and had breakfast… eventually.
They spent most of the afternoon on the sofa after Ianto convinced Jack that the Hub was fine and didn’t need to be checked on. His wriststrap reported that everything was normal, all alarms were untripped and the rift was being remarkably quiet. Trying to distract Jack from thoughts of work, Ianto asked him about Christmas when he came from. Jack hesitated, but then told Ianto about the solstice celebrations he’d attended as a boy. He told Ianto that while Christianity had soldiered on for another thousand years or so, it hadn’t been able to sustain itself across the galaxies.
“So you didn’t really have Christmas at all, then?” Ianto asked.
“Not as such. But the thing that always amazes me about the universe, is not how different all the varieties of life forms are, but how similar. Every planet that has a sun has seasons, and from what I know, every culture has some form of celebration close to the shortest day of the year. It as if every being needs reassurance that the days will lengthen again, that everything will be reborn.”
Ianto was silent for a moment, seeing all the thousands of planets, with their billions of inhabitants, trying to imagine weevils having anything in common with humans or with aliens like Mary or those damn blowfish. He glanced over at Jack who was staring out the window again with a faraway expression on his face. He ran his hand through Jack’s hair and chased the look away. Jack smiled at him and caught his hand, placing a soft kiss on his palm.
“You hungry?” Jack asked, sliding his lips down to kiss the inside of Ianto’s wrist.
“Oh yeah,” Ianto breathed.
Jack chuckled. “I actually meant for supper.”
“Oh,” Ianto said flushing slightly. “Yeah, I could eat. You fancy anything in particular?”
“Well, where we headed, and don’t ask ‘cause I won’t tell, we should aim for warm and filling.”
“Oh lord, just please tell me you’re not taking me camping,” Ianto teased.
Jack grinned. “Never again, I promise.”
“Okay then, let’s see what we’ve got,” Ianto said. He headed for the kitchen and Jack followed. Ianto opened a few cabinets and then stood contemplating their contents, trying to decide what to make. Jack came in and wrapped his arms around Ianto’s waist and leaned his chin on his shoulder. “Pasta?” Ianto offered. “I could make a white sauce and I think we still have some of that Cheddar. I could throw the leftover sausage in there for you.”
“No need,” Jack said. “That sounds good, warm and filling for sure.” He kissed Ianto on the cheek and then released him. “How can I help?”
Ianto handed him the box of macaroni. “Pasta. The big pot is in there,” he said pointing. He pulled his jumper over his head and tossed it on a nearby chair.
“Whoa!” Jack said. “We cooking or stripping?”
Ianto made a face at him. “I don’t want to splash anything on that jumper, it’s wool.” He was a little chilly in just his thin t-shirt but knew the kitchen would warm up as soon as they started the stove.
“Maybe I should take off my shirt too,” Jack teased.
“You’re boiling water, Jack. I really don’t think it’s necessary,” Ianto said as he measured out the milk.
Jack pouted as he filled the pot with water and set it on the burner. When he was done, he leaned on the wall and watched Ianto melting the butter and slowly stirring in the flour. Ianto flushed, feeling Jack’s eyes on him.
“What?” he finally asked.
“I was just contemplating forbidding you to wear those jeans out in public.”
“What!?” Ianto said again, completely flustered.
“You look dead sexy in them, especially with just that old shirt on and bare feet.” Jack pushed off the wall and walked slowly towards Ianto as he spoke. “They’re tight in all the right places but they still hang on your hips just so, like one tug would pull them right off.” Jack stood behind Ianto and put his hands on his hips as he murmured in his ear, “I’m just not sure I want other people thinking like that.” He nipped gently at Ianto’s earlobe with his teeth.
Ianto shivered and swallowed audibly. “You’re daft, no one thinks about me like that but you.”
“Oh you’re so wrong, Ianto. And you’re gonna burn your butter if you don’t keep stirring,” Jack said, sliding his lips down to suck at the pulse beating madly in Ianto’s throat.
Ianto made a small noise of dismay and began to whisk the roux a little more enthusiastically then strictly necessary. He tried to focus on the pan and not on Jack’s attentions to his neck.
“Water’s boiling,” he pointed out in a rough voice.
Jack groaned and let go of Ianto to dump the pasta in the water.
“You could shred some of that cheese too, if you don’t mind,” Ianto said as he began to add the milk to his pan.
“You’re just trying to keep me off of you,” Jack complained as he rooted around in the refrigerator for the Cheddar.
“Yep,” Ianto said dryly. “That’s it exactly.”
They finished putting together the macaroni and cheese and then put it in the oven. While it was baking, Ianto asked Jack what they would need for their mysterious expedition.
“Warm clothes, boots couldn’t hurt, maybe a blanket or two. If you have a thermos, we could bring some coffee along.”
“Are we going to be outside?” When Jack nodded, Ianto added, “Jack, it’s freezing out there!”
“Oh, it won’t be for the whole time.” He caught Ianto around the waist and pulled him into a quick hug. “Just trust me, okay?”
“I do,” Ianto said grudgingly. “I’m going to go find my boots. You wanna check on dinner?”
“Sure,” Jack said. He dropped a quick kiss on the end of Ianto’s nose and headed back to the kitchen.
“Jack,” Ianto called from his room. “Are you going to be warm enough in that? If you need to borrow anything…”
“Nah, I brought some stuff. I’ll change after dinner. Which looks done, if you ask me.”
Ianto came out of his bedroom with his boots, two plaid wool blankets and a large silver thermos.
“You keep your thermos with your boots?” Jack asked. He was setting Ianto’s small table in the breakfast nook.
“All my camping stuff goes in the same place.” When Jack looked at him in surprise, Ianto gave him a tight smile. “Yes, I actually used to enjoy camping.”
“Yan, I’m -”
“Not your fault, Jack, you know that. Maybe… maybe someday it’ll be fun again.”
Jack smiled and squeezed Ianto’s shoulder. “If it helps,” he whispered, “you can picture me naked, roasting marshmallows for you.”
Ianto laughed. “Thanks, Jack. Now let’s eat so we can get going. I want to know what this secret is.”
TBC in Chapter Seventy-Five
Rating: R
Warnings: None really, some off-screen nookie :)
Spoilers: Season One thru Out of Time (1x10)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Out of Time.
Summary: In which Ianto and Jack relax on Christmas Day...
Notes: Okay, this week wraps up the holidays, we’ll be moving on to ‘Combat’ next weekend. So this week is fluff - fluff - fluff. Enjoy! :D
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Seventy-Four
Ianto awoke to pale winter sunlight filling the room. Jack was standing by the window, holding the blinds to one side as he gazed out on the morning. Ianto took a moment to admire Jack’s broad shoulders, the smooth planes of his back that gave way to the firm roundness of his arse before tapering down to the long muscles of his legs. He even has beautiful feet, Ianto mused. He pulled a blanket off the end of the bed and threw it around himself as he padded across the room to Jack.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked quietly, folding Jack in the blanket as well as he wrapped his arms around him from behind.
“Morning,” Jack murmured. He placed a kiss on Ianto’s temple. “You sleep okay?”
“Mmmhmm,” Ianto nodded, resting his head on Jack’s shoulder. “You?”
“Oh yeah,” Jack said as he turned from the window and slipped his arms around Ianto. “Always sleep good with you.” He kissed Ianto softly.
“What were you looking at?” Ianto asked, trying to run his hands over Jack’s back without dropping the blanket.
“Just checking the weather. Snow might have made tonight tricky but if this holds, it looks like it’ll be clear.”
“Mmmm.” Ianto kissed Jack again. “That’s not until after supper, right?”
Jack hummed in agreement, his mouth busy with the soft patch of skin behind Ianto’s left ear.
“Then come back to bed,” Ianto whispered.
“Oh, yes, sir,” Jack said as he covered Ianto’s mouth with his own.
Eventually, they got out of bed and took a shower and made coffee and had breakfast… eventually.
They spent most of the afternoon on the sofa after Ianto convinced Jack that the Hub was fine and didn’t need to be checked on. His wriststrap reported that everything was normal, all alarms were untripped and the rift was being remarkably quiet. Trying to distract Jack from thoughts of work, Ianto asked him about Christmas when he came from. Jack hesitated, but then told Ianto about the solstice celebrations he’d attended as a boy. He told Ianto that while Christianity had soldiered on for another thousand years or so, it hadn’t been able to sustain itself across the galaxies.
“So you didn’t really have Christmas at all, then?” Ianto asked.
“Not as such. But the thing that always amazes me about the universe, is not how different all the varieties of life forms are, but how similar. Every planet that has a sun has seasons, and from what I know, every culture has some form of celebration close to the shortest day of the year. It as if every being needs reassurance that the days will lengthen again, that everything will be reborn.”
Ianto was silent for a moment, seeing all the thousands of planets, with their billions of inhabitants, trying to imagine weevils having anything in common with humans or with aliens like Mary or those damn blowfish. He glanced over at Jack who was staring out the window again with a faraway expression on his face. He ran his hand through Jack’s hair and chased the look away. Jack smiled at him and caught his hand, placing a soft kiss on his palm.
“You hungry?” Jack asked, sliding his lips down to kiss the inside of Ianto’s wrist.
“Oh yeah,” Ianto breathed.
Jack chuckled. “I actually meant for supper.”
“Oh,” Ianto said flushing slightly. “Yeah, I could eat. You fancy anything in particular?”
“Well, where we headed, and don’t ask ‘cause I won’t tell, we should aim for warm and filling.”
“Oh lord, just please tell me you’re not taking me camping,” Ianto teased.
Jack grinned. “Never again, I promise.”
“Okay then, let’s see what we’ve got,” Ianto said. He headed for the kitchen and Jack followed. Ianto opened a few cabinets and then stood contemplating their contents, trying to decide what to make. Jack came in and wrapped his arms around Ianto’s waist and leaned his chin on his shoulder. “Pasta?” Ianto offered. “I could make a white sauce and I think we still have some of that Cheddar. I could throw the leftover sausage in there for you.”
“No need,” Jack said. “That sounds good, warm and filling for sure.” He kissed Ianto on the cheek and then released him. “How can I help?”
Ianto handed him the box of macaroni. “Pasta. The big pot is in there,” he said pointing. He pulled his jumper over his head and tossed it on a nearby chair.
“Whoa!” Jack said. “We cooking or stripping?”
Ianto made a face at him. “I don’t want to splash anything on that jumper, it’s wool.” He was a little chilly in just his thin t-shirt but knew the kitchen would warm up as soon as they started the stove.
“Maybe I should take off my shirt too,” Jack teased.
“You’re boiling water, Jack. I really don’t think it’s necessary,” Ianto said as he measured out the milk.
Jack pouted as he filled the pot with water and set it on the burner. When he was done, he leaned on the wall and watched Ianto melting the butter and slowly stirring in the flour. Ianto flushed, feeling Jack’s eyes on him.
“What?” he finally asked.
“I was just contemplating forbidding you to wear those jeans out in public.”
“What!?” Ianto said again, completely flustered.
“You look dead sexy in them, especially with just that old shirt on and bare feet.” Jack pushed off the wall and walked slowly towards Ianto as he spoke. “They’re tight in all the right places but they still hang on your hips just so, like one tug would pull them right off.” Jack stood behind Ianto and put his hands on his hips as he murmured in his ear, “I’m just not sure I want other people thinking like that.” He nipped gently at Ianto’s earlobe with his teeth.
Ianto shivered and swallowed audibly. “You’re daft, no one thinks about me like that but you.”
“Oh you’re so wrong, Ianto. And you’re gonna burn your butter if you don’t keep stirring,” Jack said, sliding his lips down to suck at the pulse beating madly in Ianto’s throat.
Ianto made a small noise of dismay and began to whisk the roux a little more enthusiastically then strictly necessary. He tried to focus on the pan and not on Jack’s attentions to his neck.
“Water’s boiling,” he pointed out in a rough voice.
Jack groaned and let go of Ianto to dump the pasta in the water.
“You could shred some of that cheese too, if you don’t mind,” Ianto said as he began to add the milk to his pan.
“You’re just trying to keep me off of you,” Jack complained as he rooted around in the refrigerator for the Cheddar.
“Yep,” Ianto said dryly. “That’s it exactly.”
They finished putting together the macaroni and cheese and then put it in the oven. While it was baking, Ianto asked Jack what they would need for their mysterious expedition.
“Warm clothes, boots couldn’t hurt, maybe a blanket or two. If you have a thermos, we could bring some coffee along.”
“Are we going to be outside?” When Jack nodded, Ianto added, “Jack, it’s freezing out there!”
“Oh, it won’t be for the whole time.” He caught Ianto around the waist and pulled him into a quick hug. “Just trust me, okay?”
“I do,” Ianto said grudgingly. “I’m going to go find my boots. You wanna check on dinner?”
“Sure,” Jack said. He dropped a quick kiss on the end of Ianto’s nose and headed back to the kitchen.
“Jack,” Ianto called from his room. “Are you going to be warm enough in that? If you need to borrow anything…”
“Nah, I brought some stuff. I’ll change after dinner. Which looks done, if you ask me.”
Ianto came out of his bedroom with his boots, two plaid wool blankets and a large silver thermos.
“You keep your thermos with your boots?” Jack asked. He was setting Ianto’s small table in the breakfast nook.
“All my camping stuff goes in the same place.” When Jack looked at him in surprise, Ianto gave him a tight smile. “Yes, I actually used to enjoy camping.”
“Yan, I’m -”
“Not your fault, Jack, you know that. Maybe… maybe someday it’ll be fun again.”
Jack smiled and squeezed Ianto’s shoulder. “If it helps,” he whispered, “you can picture me naked, roasting marshmallows for you.”
Ianto laughed. “Thanks, Jack. Now let’s eat so we can get going. I want to know what this secret is.”
TBC in Chapter Seventy-Five