Fic - First Day
Title: First Day
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: Ianto's first day. Written after Fragments.
“Hell of a first day,” Jack said.
Ianto looked up from the cluttered coffee table. He was almost down to the bare wood.
“I suppose,” he said softly. He set yet another coffee mug aside, scooped some empty sugar packets into the trash and resumed stacking papers.
Jack dropped onto the couch with a sigh.
“Usually I try to start my employees off a little slower.” Jack gave a little laugh. “Save the alien bacterial epidemic for the second day.”
Ianto brushed some crumbs into the wastepaper basket between his legs. “I hope I did alright.”
Jack laughed louder. “Oh yeah. Suzie left threatening to marry you. Girl loves her caffeine.”
Ianto tapped a file folder on his knees, aligning the papers squarely.
“Hey, you don’t have to do that tonight.”
Ianto set the folder down. “Sorry.”
Jack put his hand on Ianto’s knee. “It’s just late, that’s all. You don’t have to clean the whole Hub on your first day.”
Ianto body tensed under Jack’s touch.
“Where is everyone?” Ianto asked.
“Home in bed. Well, somebody’s bed I’m sure. We’re a little looser about billable hours here.”
Ianto nodded.
“Ianto…” Jack’s hand squeezed and Ianto looked up at him. Something in Ianto’s throat felt fragile and cold.
Jack reached up and gently stroked Ianto’s face, one thumb coasting over his lips. Ianto went still, his breath coming out in small shudders in Jack’s hand.
The kiss was warm and enthusiastic, melting the cold out of Ianto’s skin. Jack’s tongue seemed to draw all the air from Ianto’s lungs leaving him gasping in what appeared to be abject terror.
“I’m sorry,” Jack said quickly. “I misunderstood.”
Ianto’s breath caught. “No, you didn’t. It’s just…” He swallowed and looked away. “I’m sorry.” He stood and walked away, mumbling under his breath. “It’s just complicated. Very, very complicated.”
Fandom: Torchwood
Summary: Ianto's first day. Written after Fragments.
“Hell of a first day,” Jack said.
Ianto looked up from the cluttered coffee table. He was almost down to the bare wood.
“I suppose,” he said softly. He set yet another coffee mug aside, scooped some empty sugar packets into the trash and resumed stacking papers.
Jack dropped onto the couch with a sigh.
“Usually I try to start my employees off a little slower.” Jack gave a little laugh. “Save the alien bacterial epidemic for the second day.”
Ianto brushed some crumbs into the wastepaper basket between his legs. “I hope I did alright.”
Jack laughed louder. “Oh yeah. Suzie left threatening to marry you. Girl loves her caffeine.”
Ianto tapped a file folder on his knees, aligning the papers squarely.
“Hey, you don’t have to do that tonight.”
Ianto set the folder down. “Sorry.”
Jack put his hand on Ianto’s knee. “It’s just late, that’s all. You don’t have to clean the whole Hub on your first day.”
Ianto body tensed under Jack’s touch.
“Where is everyone?” Ianto asked.
“Home in bed. Well, somebody’s bed I’m sure. We’re a little looser about billable hours here.”
Ianto nodded.
“Ianto…” Jack’s hand squeezed and Ianto looked up at him. Something in Ianto’s throat felt fragile and cold.
Jack reached up and gently stroked Ianto’s face, one thumb coasting over his lips. Ianto went still, his breath coming out in small shudders in Jack’s hand.
The kiss was warm and enthusiastic, melting the cold out of Ianto’s skin. Jack’s tongue seemed to draw all the air from Ianto’s lungs leaving him gasping in what appeared to be abject terror.
“I’m sorry,” Jack said quickly. “I misunderstood.”
Ianto’s breath caught. “No, you didn’t. It’s just…” He swallowed and looked away. “I’m sorry.” He stood and walked away, mumbling under his breath. “It’s just complicated. Very, very complicated.”