Trophy, July 5 post for horizonssing
Title: Trophy
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack doesn’t sleep much, so instead he snoops around and finds an old picture of Ianto.
Notes: Posted for the July 5 prompt at horizonssing
Word Count: 610
As Ianto shuffled out of the bedroom on Saturday morning, he found Jack already awake, as usual, and standing up at his bookshelf. He was holding a picture that he’d pulled out of Ianto’s copy of Brideshead Revisited.
“When was this taken?” Jack asked, with a smile on his face that made clear he would expect a full explanation.
“Er, about three years ago. A mate of mine got married.”
“You’re wearing a bubblegum pink tie.”
“I was an usher. They needed us to match the bridesmaids. Weddings are cruel,” he remarked blandly.
“It looks good on you,” he teased.
Ianto tried to take the picture away, but Jack held it up. “Oh, no no. You’ll be telling me more.”
Ianto pressed in close and nuzzled Jack’s neck. “Sure,” he said in his best bedroom voice, as he ran a hand down Jack’s spin and fondled his arse. “But later.”
Jack closed his eyes in pleasure, but then pulled away. “I’m not that easy. Not when there’s this to talk about.”
Ianto scowled playfully and sprawled down on his couch, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He smoothed out the wrinkles on his flannel pajama bottoms.
“Your shirt tail is coming out of your fly. And the tie, Ianto.”
Ianto looked up innocently.
“It’s on your head.”
Ianto smiled. “It’s nothing, really. The usual story. It was a wedding, there was an open bar, right next to the table I was seated at, with a lot of mates from uni. Those speeches, they do go on, so we just kept refilling.”
Jack sat down next to him and tried to put the image in the picture together with the usually serious and care-laden man beside him. On mornings like this, when Ianto was groggy, rumpled, and thoroughly well-shagged, it wasn’t altogether too hard.
“Tell me,” he pressed.
Ianto looked slightly shame-faced in advance of whatever question Jack was about to ask.
“Was there karaoke?”
“I believe ‘Dude Looks Like a Lady’ was selected for me. But it’s all a little fuzzy. You know how weddings are.” He grinned as Jack picked up his hand and played with his fingers. “Dress up in impossible colours, make nice with a lot of old people you barely know, pretend you’re sure the bride and groom are perfect for each other. Drink cheap wine, sing karaoke, try to bag a bridesmaid.”
Jack laughed. “Do you still have the tie? I think I’d like a live performance of the song.”
“It would take a lot of cheap wine to make that happen again. And no, the tie went missing.” He turned a cheeky look on Jack. “I suspect it was taken as a trophy.”
Jack gave an approving look. “Bridesmaid?”
“Well, who could say no to the tie-headband?”
Jack looked down at the picture again. “I like this picture. You look happy.” He reached over and affectionately patted a stubbled cheek. Ianto blinked like a cat in a sunbeam.
“I could get a new pink tie.”
“Oh?”
“A cousin of mine is getting married in a few weeks. You could be my ‘and guest.’ Feel me up on the dance floor, scandalize my aunts.”
“Could I get you to sing karaoke?” Jack asked excitedly.
“No,” Ianto stated categorically. “But if you’re good to me, you might get lucky in the coatroom.”
“I’ll take that deal.”
Ianto flopped dozily onto Jack’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “One more thing.”
“Anything.”
“You’re wearing the pink tie.”
As he felt a smooch on his forehead, Ianto hoped against hope that Jack never found the picture inside To Kill A Coconut
END.
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack doesn’t sleep much, so instead he snoops around and finds an old picture of Ianto.
Notes: Posted for the July 5 prompt at horizonssing
Word Count: 610
As Ianto shuffled out of the bedroom on Saturday morning, he found Jack already awake, as usual, and standing up at his bookshelf. He was holding a picture that he’d pulled out of Ianto’s copy of Brideshead Revisited.
“When was this taken?” Jack asked, with a smile on his face that made clear he would expect a full explanation.
“Er, about three years ago. A mate of mine got married.”
“You’re wearing a bubblegum pink tie.”
“I was an usher. They needed us to match the bridesmaids. Weddings are cruel,” he remarked blandly.
“It looks good on you,” he teased.
Ianto tried to take the picture away, but Jack held it up. “Oh, no no. You’ll be telling me more.”
Ianto pressed in close and nuzzled Jack’s neck. “Sure,” he said in his best bedroom voice, as he ran a hand down Jack’s spin and fondled his arse. “But later.”
Jack closed his eyes in pleasure, but then pulled away. “I’m not that easy. Not when there’s this to talk about.”
Ianto scowled playfully and sprawled down on his couch, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He smoothed out the wrinkles on his flannel pajama bottoms.
“Your shirt tail is coming out of your fly. And the tie, Ianto.”
Ianto looked up innocently.
“It’s on your head.”
Ianto smiled. “It’s nothing, really. The usual story. It was a wedding, there was an open bar, right next to the table I was seated at, with a lot of mates from uni. Those speeches, they do go on, so we just kept refilling.”
Jack sat down next to him and tried to put the image in the picture together with the usually serious and care-laden man beside him. On mornings like this, when Ianto was groggy, rumpled, and thoroughly well-shagged, it wasn’t altogether too hard.
“Tell me,” he pressed.
Ianto looked slightly shame-faced in advance of whatever question Jack was about to ask.
“Was there karaoke?”
“I believe ‘Dude Looks Like a Lady’ was selected for me. But it’s all a little fuzzy. You know how weddings are.” He grinned as Jack picked up his hand and played with his fingers. “Dress up in impossible colours, make nice with a lot of old people you barely know, pretend you’re sure the bride and groom are perfect for each other. Drink cheap wine, sing karaoke, try to bag a bridesmaid.”
Jack laughed. “Do you still have the tie? I think I’d like a live performance of the song.”
“It would take a lot of cheap wine to make that happen again. And no, the tie went missing.” He turned a cheeky look on Jack. “I suspect it was taken as a trophy.”
Jack gave an approving look. “Bridesmaid?”
“Well, who could say no to the tie-headband?”
Jack looked down at the picture again. “I like this picture. You look happy.” He reached over and affectionately patted a stubbled cheek. Ianto blinked like a cat in a sunbeam.
“I could get a new pink tie.”
“Oh?”
“A cousin of mine is getting married in a few weeks. You could be my ‘and guest.’ Feel me up on the dance floor, scandalize my aunts.”
“Could I get you to sing karaoke?” Jack asked excitedly.
“No,” Ianto stated categorically. “But if you’re good to me, you might get lucky in the coatroom.”
“I’ll take that deal.”
Ianto flopped dozily onto Jack’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “One more thing.”
“Anything.”
“You’re wearing the pink tie.”
As he felt a smooch on his forehead, Ianto hoped against hope that Jack never found the picture inside To Kill A Coconut
END.