Fic: Forget The World (Torchwood Jack/Ianto PG)
Title: Forget The World
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jack wants a hug.
Word Count: 321
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Prompt: by comicinks Ianto/Jack Hugs. Jack wants a hug. Schmoopy Please!
Ianto heard shoes shuffling on the concrete floor and looked up from the filing he was doing to see Jack leaning on the doorway of the archives.
“Sir?” he asked, and then frowned. “Is everything alright?” Jack merely shrugged and looked at the floor. Ianto closed the folder in his hand and placed it on the open drawer of the filing cabinet. “Is there anything I can do?”
Jack pushed off the door frame and walked over to Ianto and caught him in a fierce hug, and buried his head in Ianto's neck. Ianto's eyes widened for a moment, before he wrapped his arms around his boss and hugged him back tightly. Jack's arms squeezed him harder, his fingertips dug into the muscles on Ianto's back and shoulders. Ianto felt him tremble in his arms, and dread welled in the pit of his stomach.
“Jack?” he asked quietly. “Are you okay?”
“I am now,” Jack said, his words muffled against Ianto's skin. He loosened his hold on Ianto and lifted his head to rest his forehead against his lover's.
“What brought this on?” Ianto asked, completely confused.
“I was sitting in my office, just thinking. Just thinking. And I wanted a hug. Hugs always make me feel better. There's something about them.”
“Comfort.”
Jack nodded. “You give good hugs, Mr Jones.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I have another?” Jack asked softly.
“You can have as many as you like,” Ianto replied, as Jack slid back into his embrace, and hid his face from the world. “Anytime you want them.”
“Thanks,” was Jack's muffled reply.
And that was how Gwen found them ten minutes later when she came to tell Jack about a rift alert in Splott. Jack pulled out of Ianto's arms and once more they returned to the surface of Cardiff. There was work to do.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jack wants a hug.
Word Count: 321
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Prompt: by comicinks Ianto/Jack Hugs. Jack wants a hug. Schmoopy Please!
Ianto heard shoes shuffling on the concrete floor and looked up from the filing he was doing to see Jack leaning on the doorway of the archives.
“Sir?” he asked, and then frowned. “Is everything alright?” Jack merely shrugged and looked at the floor. Ianto closed the folder in his hand and placed it on the open drawer of the filing cabinet. “Is there anything I can do?”
Jack pushed off the door frame and walked over to Ianto and caught him in a fierce hug, and buried his head in Ianto's neck. Ianto's eyes widened for a moment, before he wrapped his arms around his boss and hugged him back tightly. Jack's arms squeezed him harder, his fingertips dug into the muscles on Ianto's back and shoulders. Ianto felt him tremble in his arms, and dread welled in the pit of his stomach.
“Jack?” he asked quietly. “Are you okay?”
“I am now,” Jack said, his words muffled against Ianto's skin. He loosened his hold on Ianto and lifted his head to rest his forehead against his lover's.
“What brought this on?” Ianto asked, completely confused.
“I was sitting in my office, just thinking. Just thinking. And I wanted a hug. Hugs always make me feel better. There's something about them.”
“Comfort.”
Jack nodded. “You give good hugs, Mr Jones.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I have another?” Jack asked softly.
“You can have as many as you like,” Ianto replied, as Jack slid back into his embrace, and hid his face from the world. “Anytime you want them.”
“Thanks,” was Jack's muffled reply.
And that was how Gwen found them ten minutes later when she came to tell Jack about a rift alert in Splott. Jack pulled out of Ianto's arms and once more they returned to the surface of Cardiff. There was work to do.