Fic: Swimming. Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Swimming
Jack/Ianto. 542 words. PG. For day two of horizonssing
"I don't understand how it got this far away from Cardiff on foot-" Ianto shuts the SUV door on the heavily-sedated weevil and leans against the metal, breathing heavily. "- and still had the energy to outrun us for an hour."
"Maybe it hitch-hiked." They've ended up at a beach forty minutes from Cardiff where they found the weevil chasing seagulls. Jack is only half listening, Ianto can tell. Jack's mind seems to be out somewhere in the sea, in the lightly crashing waves.
Regardless of sleeping weevil and three messages from Gwen accusing them of "christening the SUV again", Jack takes the path down to the sand, striding right up to the water sweeping up and down the beach. Ianto is keen to get home for a shower and early bedtime and frankly doesn't really want sand in every crevice but Jack looks like he might be having a moment. Ianto isn't about to interrupt a moment. He follows, picking up Jack's discarded coat as he goes, and stands a couple of feet behind, just out of reach of the water.
Jack turns to Ianto and sidles close, fitting himself neatly against Ianto's body as best he can without touching, rather letting the proximity do all the work. "Fancy a swim?"
Ianto turns his head up instinctively to meet Jack's eyes before glancing up at the darkening sky. "Right now?"
Jack shrugs, "Why not?" and, much to Ianto's alarm, steps backwards and slides the braces off his shoulders with a challenging smile.
"As if you'd listen if I told you the many reasons why not." Ianto sighs, helplessly. Ianto hasn't yet managed to persuade Jack to let go of one of his bizarre ideas.
At least the sun is going down. At least there's nobody around, Ianto thinks as he reluctantly catches the entangled blue button-down and white t-shirt Jack pitches at him. The boots follow, kicked off into the sand by Ianto's feet, then socks and his dress trousers. Ianto rubs his temples with the fingers of one hand and sinks to the floor, pointedly using Jack's clothes as a blanket. "You're crazy."
"I can't tempt you then?" Jack says, pausing at the water's edge. Ianto thinks for a second that he's had a change of heart and that he's not nearly as mad as to actually go running into the water. No such luck. Jack wades in until the water is lapping around his waist.
For all his reservations, Ianto can't help thinking he's getting a fairly good deal out of this. The dying heat of a July day, a picturesque setting and Jack, nearly naked, doing what can only be described as frolicking in the sea. Ianto leans back, resting on his elbows. He watches Jack with a languid smile. "Is it cold?"
Jack shouts from where he bobs with the waves. "Absolutely freezing." and shoots a massive winning smile at Ianto.
It's such a silly looking scene that Ianto has to laugh. Gwen is never going to believe that this actually happened. Ianto can scarcely believe it. It's simply too surreal to properly take in but somehow, so typically Jack. It's with a truly contented sigh that Ianto thinks this man, this incorrigible ridiculous man, is his.
Jack/Ianto. 542 words. PG. For day two of horizonssing
"I don't understand how it got this far away from Cardiff on foot-" Ianto shuts the SUV door on the heavily-sedated weevil and leans against the metal, breathing heavily. "- and still had the energy to outrun us for an hour."
"Maybe it hitch-hiked." They've ended up at a beach forty minutes from Cardiff where they found the weevil chasing seagulls. Jack is only half listening, Ianto can tell. Jack's mind seems to be out somewhere in the sea, in the lightly crashing waves.
Regardless of sleeping weevil and three messages from Gwen accusing them of "christening the SUV again", Jack takes the path down to the sand, striding right up to the water sweeping up and down the beach. Ianto is keen to get home for a shower and early bedtime and frankly doesn't really want sand in every crevice but Jack looks like he might be having a moment. Ianto isn't about to interrupt a moment. He follows, picking up Jack's discarded coat as he goes, and stands a couple of feet behind, just out of reach of the water.
Jack turns to Ianto and sidles close, fitting himself neatly against Ianto's body as best he can without touching, rather letting the proximity do all the work. "Fancy a swim?"
Ianto turns his head up instinctively to meet Jack's eyes before glancing up at the darkening sky. "Right now?"
Jack shrugs, "Why not?" and, much to Ianto's alarm, steps backwards and slides the braces off his shoulders with a challenging smile.
"As if you'd listen if I told you the many reasons why not." Ianto sighs, helplessly. Ianto hasn't yet managed to persuade Jack to let go of one of his bizarre ideas.
At least the sun is going down. At least there's nobody around, Ianto thinks as he reluctantly catches the entangled blue button-down and white t-shirt Jack pitches at him. The boots follow, kicked off into the sand by Ianto's feet, then socks and his dress trousers. Ianto rubs his temples with the fingers of one hand and sinks to the floor, pointedly using Jack's clothes as a blanket. "You're crazy."
"I can't tempt you then?" Jack says, pausing at the water's edge. Ianto thinks for a second that he's had a change of heart and that he's not nearly as mad as to actually go running into the water. No such luck. Jack wades in until the water is lapping around his waist.
For all his reservations, Ianto can't help thinking he's getting a fairly good deal out of this. The dying heat of a July day, a picturesque setting and Jack, nearly naked, doing what can only be described as frolicking in the sea. Ianto leans back, resting on his elbows. He watches Jack with a languid smile. "Is it cold?"
Jack shouts from where he bobs with the waves. "Absolutely freezing." and shoots a massive winning smile at Ianto.
It's such a silly looking scene that Ianto has to laugh. Gwen is never going to believe that this actually happened. Ianto can scarcely believe it. It's simply too surreal to properly take in but somehow, so typically Jack. It's with a truly contented sigh that Ianto thinks this man, this incorrigible ridiculous man, is his.