Shadows
Title: Shadows
For: Porn Battle #2: PDA
Wordcount: ~400
Rating: PG-13
Original: Here
You didn't think about Jack and Ianto.
It was easy not to.
Jack was freely affectionate to the point of obscenity with everyone he met, or nearly everyone. Ianto was no longer a shadow in the Hub, but he was still quiet; he made jokes and all, but he really only spoke when it was about Torchwood business, or when spoken to. He seemed to prefer it that way. Gwen and Tosh had tried to draw him out a little, and Owen had tried to antagonise him out, but he blithely ignored their attempts and since he seemed reasonably happy (for Ianto) they left him to it.
Nope. Didn't think much about Jack and Ianto, Jack-and-Ianto, until...
Well, until you came across something like that.
Tosh could see him working at the desk she still thought of as Suzie's, despite it having been more or less annexed by Ianto. Really she could just see a strip of Ianto's pale skin, a flash of the deep red shirt at throat and wrists, peering as she was between two monitors at her desk and two tall shelves near the workbench that mostly blocked him from view. She could see Jack, too, but not much of him. A broad hand on Ianto's arm, the edge of his blue shirt vivid gem-tone against Ianto's dark suit. The tip of his head forward, nose and brow. Lips moving, saying something that pinned Ianto very still.
Relax. Nobody can see.
And then Jack tipped his head forward, and Tosh craned slightly just in time to catch his tongue slide past his lips -- against Ianto's skin, just above his jaw.
It lapped slowly upwards along the ridge of Ianto's ear, while Ianto breathed shallowly (flash of his tie, then gone, then back as she watched through the narrow gap) and a pink blush spread across his cheeks. Jack's teeth, bright white when they nipped the skin below his earlobe. He kissed it to soothe away the little red mark she couldn't even see from here. Ianto's eyes closed slowly.
Jack nosed against his cheek, kissing the side of his mouth now, and Ianto turned his head sideways to meet it, the high shelves framing the kiss perfectly, the computers framing the high shelves. Tosh heard a small stifled sound. Then Ianto pulled back, drawing into the shadows near the wall as he was so good at doing, leaving Jack leaning into empty space.
Jack glanced up, straight through the gap, straight through the computers, and grinned at her. Tosh froze.
Then he winked, solemnly, and disappeared into the shadows as well.
For: Porn Battle #2: PDA
Wordcount: ~400
Rating: PG-13
Original: Here
You didn't think about Jack and Ianto.
It was easy not to.
Jack was freely affectionate to the point of obscenity with everyone he met, or nearly everyone. Ianto was no longer a shadow in the Hub, but he was still quiet; he made jokes and all, but he really only spoke when it was about Torchwood business, or when spoken to. He seemed to prefer it that way. Gwen and Tosh had tried to draw him out a little, and Owen had tried to antagonise him out, but he blithely ignored their attempts and since he seemed reasonably happy (for Ianto) they left him to it.
Nope. Didn't think much about Jack and Ianto, Jack-and-Ianto, until...
Well, until you came across something like that.
Tosh could see him working at the desk she still thought of as Suzie's, despite it having been more or less annexed by Ianto. Really she could just see a strip of Ianto's pale skin, a flash of the deep red shirt at throat and wrists, peering as she was between two monitors at her desk and two tall shelves near the workbench that mostly blocked him from view. She could see Jack, too, but not much of him. A broad hand on Ianto's arm, the edge of his blue shirt vivid gem-tone against Ianto's dark suit. The tip of his head forward, nose and brow. Lips moving, saying something that pinned Ianto very still.
Relax. Nobody can see.
And then Jack tipped his head forward, and Tosh craned slightly just in time to catch his tongue slide past his lips -- against Ianto's skin, just above his jaw.
It lapped slowly upwards along the ridge of Ianto's ear, while Ianto breathed shallowly (flash of his tie, then gone, then back as she watched through the narrow gap) and a pink blush spread across his cheeks. Jack's teeth, bright white when they nipped the skin below his earlobe. He kissed it to soothe away the little red mark she couldn't even see from here. Ianto's eyes closed slowly.
Jack nosed against his cheek, kissing the side of his mouth now, and Ianto turned his head sideways to meet it, the high shelves framing the kiss perfectly, the computers framing the high shelves. Tosh heard a small stifled sound. Then Ianto pulled back, drawing into the shadows near the wall as he was so good at doing, leaving Jack leaning into empty space.
Jack glanced up, straight through the gap, straight through the computers, and grinned at her. Tosh froze.
Then he winked, solemnly, and disappeared into the shadows as well.