Need 1/1
Need 1/1
Synopsis - It's two minutes past Midnight and Ianto is in need of some relaxation.
Rating - Suitable for most, with a hint of adult theme.
Spoilers: none
Pairing - Jack/Ianto
Note: do need some feedback to keep me writing, confidence is low at the moment.
#014 in my jack/Ianto prompt table "Need"
for shamazipan
Ianto slipped down into the warm mass of bubbles and rested the back of his head on the bath. The sweet smell of blueberry bubble bath wafted through the air infusing with the heat to create an aroma that, together with the citrus shampoo and Papaya body wash, made the bathroom smell a little like a bubbly fruit salad. It was nice. Ianto had tried tasting bubble bath once as a child, he had been six and desperate to find out if the strawberry bubbles tasted like they smelled; they didn't and he had never really got over the juvenile disappointment. It was on that day, six years old and sitting in the bath with a mouthful of bubbles and a sour taste in his mouth, that Ianto Jones had realised that not everything was as it seemed. In fact, the more he thought about it the more he realised; it could have been on that very day that he decided never to just believe what his head told him. It was the fault of the bath of sour tasting bubbles in 1989 that Ianto had come home covered in Weevil guts twenty years on. Had he not tasted those bubbles and just believed what his head told him was rational, Ianto Jones may have had a much more normal life. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it made Ianto feel alive.
He turned his head to the side and frowned at the sight of his suit lying on the floor. Another suit ruined. He could fix the rips in the seams, but almost nothing got Weevil guts out without leaving a stain. He had tried everything, even white wine; it wasn't so good at Weevil entrails stains as it was at lifting red wine from his carpet the night that Jack had got a little over-amorous on the couch. The beautiful suit, charcoal grey with a crisp pinstripe and a waistcoat to match, was no longer as beautiful as it had been when he put it on that morning.
Ianto held his nose and slipped down into the warm water, submerging him head beneath the boundary of bubbles before resurfacing again. He ran his hands through his hair and rubbed the soap out of his face, then closed his eyes again. Lying there with his eyes shut submerged in the warm soapy water was like a dream, time just seemed to stop and all his worries dissolved away into the bubbles. There was something so relaxing about a bath at midnight, in fact it was the second best way to get rid of the stress from the day. The first way was a lot more fun, but also required energy and a Naked Jack Harkness and right at that moment, as the clock officially ticked its way into another day, other week and another month all at once, he had neither of those two requirements.
Ianto knew he could call him. He could pick up the phone, dial the number imprinted into his memory and ask Jack to come over. But he was sick of making that call and the bath would have to do.
He resisted the urge to taste the bubbles just to see if the taste had changed, but took a drink of the beer that perched on the edge of the bath instead. It tasted flat and warm, but it was okay. What he really needed was a big glass of red wine, a neck massage and a truly discreet dry-cleaner.
There was a knock on the door and Ianto turned to look at the clock. It was two minutes past midnight and there was only one person who would even think about calling at that time. He dragged himself away from the soapy paradise and lifted himself out of the warmth, then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He padded his way through the living room barefoot and opened the door wide, then smiled.
Jack leaned against the door frame, one hand in his pocket and the other behind his back, with his trademark flirtatious smile that danced in his eyes. “Now that's what I call a welcome.”
“I thought it would be you.”
“It's not too late, is it?”
Ianto shook his head. “I was just taking a bath.”
“You smell good.” Jack leaned in the doorway and lowered his voice to a husky whisper. His eyes darkened a little as he saw the younger man scan his body and part his lips just enough to make it clear what he was thinking. He could feel his heart race and the blood rush away from his cheeks and head south. There was a reason Jack didn't blush in front of Ianto Jones when he looked at him like that, and that was a lack of blood supply.
“You look good.” Ianto didn't let Jack in, but took a step towards him, getting a little too close than was really appropriate for the hallway even considering the hour. “But then again you always do.”
“I'm not the one wearing the towel.”
“So, what can I do for you?”
“It's more what I can do for you.” Jack smiled and pulled a bottle of wine from behind his back, his lips hovering a breath away from a kiss in the hallway. “I was just passing and I figured you might need a drink after today.”
“You always know what I need.” Ianto looked at Jack. He could hear his breath catch just a little as his eyes burned through him. Then he closed the gap and kissed his lips softly, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth to taste him. He dragged him inside by the collar of his coat and shut the door behind them.
Synopsis - It's two minutes past Midnight and Ianto is in need of some relaxation.
Rating - Suitable for most, with a hint of adult theme.
Spoilers: none
Pairing - Jack/Ianto
Note: do need some feedback to keep me writing, confidence is low at the moment.
#014 in my jack/Ianto prompt table "Need"
for shamazipan
Ianto slipped down into the warm mass of bubbles and rested the back of his head on the bath. The sweet smell of blueberry bubble bath wafted through the air infusing with the heat to create an aroma that, together with the citrus shampoo and Papaya body wash, made the bathroom smell a little like a bubbly fruit salad. It was nice. Ianto had tried tasting bubble bath once as a child, he had been six and desperate to find out if the strawberry bubbles tasted like they smelled; they didn't and he had never really got over the juvenile disappointment. It was on that day, six years old and sitting in the bath with a mouthful of bubbles and a sour taste in his mouth, that Ianto Jones had realised that not everything was as it seemed. In fact, the more he thought about it the more he realised; it could have been on that very day that he decided never to just believe what his head told him. It was the fault of the bath of sour tasting bubbles in 1989 that Ianto had come home covered in Weevil guts twenty years on. Had he not tasted those bubbles and just believed what his head told him was rational, Ianto Jones may have had a much more normal life. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it made Ianto feel alive.
He turned his head to the side and frowned at the sight of his suit lying on the floor. Another suit ruined. He could fix the rips in the seams, but almost nothing got Weevil guts out without leaving a stain. He had tried everything, even white wine; it wasn't so good at Weevil entrails stains as it was at lifting red wine from his carpet the night that Jack had got a little over-amorous on the couch. The beautiful suit, charcoal grey with a crisp pinstripe and a waistcoat to match, was no longer as beautiful as it had been when he put it on that morning.
Ianto held his nose and slipped down into the warm water, submerging him head beneath the boundary of bubbles before resurfacing again. He ran his hands through his hair and rubbed the soap out of his face, then closed his eyes again. Lying there with his eyes shut submerged in the warm soapy water was like a dream, time just seemed to stop and all his worries dissolved away into the bubbles. There was something so relaxing about a bath at midnight, in fact it was the second best way to get rid of the stress from the day. The first way was a lot more fun, but also required energy and a Naked Jack Harkness and right at that moment, as the clock officially ticked its way into another day, other week and another month all at once, he had neither of those two requirements.
Ianto knew he could call him. He could pick up the phone, dial the number imprinted into his memory and ask Jack to come over. But he was sick of making that call and the bath would have to do.
He resisted the urge to taste the bubbles just to see if the taste had changed, but took a drink of the beer that perched on the edge of the bath instead. It tasted flat and warm, but it was okay. What he really needed was a big glass of red wine, a neck massage and a truly discreet dry-cleaner.
There was a knock on the door and Ianto turned to look at the clock. It was two minutes past midnight and there was only one person who would even think about calling at that time. He dragged himself away from the soapy paradise and lifted himself out of the warmth, then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He padded his way through the living room barefoot and opened the door wide, then smiled.
Jack leaned against the door frame, one hand in his pocket and the other behind his back, with his trademark flirtatious smile that danced in his eyes. “Now that's what I call a welcome.”
“I thought it would be you.”
“It's not too late, is it?”
Ianto shook his head. “I was just taking a bath.”
“You smell good.” Jack leaned in the doorway and lowered his voice to a husky whisper. His eyes darkened a little as he saw the younger man scan his body and part his lips just enough to make it clear what he was thinking. He could feel his heart race and the blood rush away from his cheeks and head south. There was a reason Jack didn't blush in front of Ianto Jones when he looked at him like that, and that was a lack of blood supply.
“You look good.” Ianto didn't let Jack in, but took a step towards him, getting a little too close than was really appropriate for the hallway even considering the hour. “But then again you always do.”
“I'm not the one wearing the towel.”
“So, what can I do for you?”
“It's more what I can do for you.” Jack smiled and pulled a bottle of wine from behind his back, his lips hovering a breath away from a kiss in the hallway. “I was just passing and I figured you might need a drink after today.”
“You always know what I need.” Ianto looked at Jack. He could hear his breath catch just a little as his eyes burned through him. Then he closed the gap and kissed his lips softly, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth to taste him. He dragged him inside by the collar of his coat and shut the door behind them.