Nicknames
Owen looked up as he heard the sirens go on the cog door. He’s been enjoying the peace of the empty Hub until now.
The door rolled open and Ianto pushed Jack through it, before following, his hand clamped to the other man’s shoulder.
As soon as they were both through Ianto wrapped a hand around Jack’s throat and shoved him roughly against the wall. He stood close to him, but not quite touching, using his height and broad shouldered baring to stop the other man from pushing forwards.
One hand still around Jack’s neck, Ianto knotted the other one in his hair and pulled his head to one side.
“What have I said about talking to me like that in public?” he growled, face pushed close enough that Jack could feel his breath on his face.
Owen sprang up the stairs with alarm, stopping just short of them.
“Are you okay Jack?”
“He’s fine.” Ianto replied, “Tell him Jack. Are you okay?”
“Oh god, yes.” Jack’s voice was strong but shaky with desire.
Still with his back to Owen and his eyes completely focused on Jack’s face Ianto addressed the doctor.
“Now I suggest you either leave or put some headphones in because I am going to make him scream tonight.”
Jack’s eyes fluttered shut. “Fuck,” he breathed.
Without waiting for any further response from anyone, Ianto released Jack’s hair but kept a grip on his neck. He pulled him away from the wall and turned them both around, guiding Jack backwards towards his office.
They had barely made it through the door when they heard the alarms going off, indicating Owen’s departure. They both paused, standing still, listening to the retreating footsteps and the door rolling closed again.
They grinned at each other.
“Do you think it worked?” Ianto asked.
“Oh yes. I’m pretty sure he won’t be calling you Tea-bottom again in a while. Now then, I believe you said something about making me scream?”