Fic: Up On The Housetop
Title: Up On The Housetop
Author: onehundredmoons
Word Count: 329
Rating: Adult
Characters: Jack/Ianto
A/N: This ficlet does not contain spoilers for S2, however it was inspired by a line spoken by Jack to Ianto in 2x1, as reported in this article (spoilers contained over there).
Jack has Ianto's tie undone, along with the top three buttons of his shirt. It's quite cold on the roof after sunset, but Ianto's high-collared trench coat always inspires Jack to unwrap him like a Christmas present.
Ianto has shed his gloves and is warming his hands on the skin of Jack's sides, just above his trousers. Their kisses are fast-paced and sloppy; it could be any moment that they're interrupted from this little rooftop diversion by Tosh and Owen calling with the Weevil sighting from atop a building a few blocks away.
"We're going to catch pneumonia. It's the middle of December, Jack," Ianto, ever-practical, points out between kisses.
"We'll leave your hat and scarf on," Jack responds, undeterred.
Ianto's hand wraps around Jack's cock and Jack moans an "Oooh" sound into the crisp evening, his breath steaming next to Ianto's ear. The cool of the air mingling with the warmth of Ianto makes Jack's eyes roll back with pleasure, and Ianto doesn't stop as their headsets crackle on - Tosh's voice on the other end of the line.
"Jack, we've got our eyes on one, heading north on Saint Mary Street. Have you seen anything yet?"
"Nope, situation normal over here, Tosh. Have you and Owen got this under control?" Jack responds, his voice as measured as he can manage.
Tosh continues for a bit about their plan of attack, but Jack can't take it anymore, throwing the bluetooth to the roof's surface as he slumps into Ianto's arms, panting and spent. Ianto kisses Jack's forehead before crouching down to pick up the headset and hold it to Jack's ear.
"Right. Sounds good. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes. Yes, it will take that long. You know what to do Tosh."
"Fifteen minutes to get three blocks over?" Ianto murmurs, finding Jack's mouth with his own once more.
"Let's make the most of it," Jack answers, throwing his coat off and pulling Ianto to the ground.
Author: onehundredmoons
Word Count: 329
Rating: Adult
Characters: Jack/Ianto
A/N: This ficlet does not contain spoilers for S2, however it was inspired by a line spoken by Jack to Ianto in 2x1, as reported in this article (spoilers contained over there).
Jack has Ianto's tie undone, along with the top three buttons of his shirt. It's quite cold on the roof after sunset, but Ianto's high-collared trench coat always inspires Jack to unwrap him like a Christmas present.
Ianto has shed his gloves and is warming his hands on the skin of Jack's sides, just above his trousers. Their kisses are fast-paced and sloppy; it could be any moment that they're interrupted from this little rooftop diversion by Tosh and Owen calling with the Weevil sighting from atop a building a few blocks away.
"We're going to catch pneumonia. It's the middle of December, Jack," Ianto, ever-practical, points out between kisses.
"We'll leave your hat and scarf on," Jack responds, undeterred.
Ianto's hand wraps around Jack's cock and Jack moans an "Oooh" sound into the crisp evening, his breath steaming next to Ianto's ear. The cool of the air mingling with the warmth of Ianto makes Jack's eyes roll back with pleasure, and Ianto doesn't stop as their headsets crackle on - Tosh's voice on the other end of the line.
"Jack, we've got our eyes on one, heading north on Saint Mary Street. Have you seen anything yet?"
"Nope, situation normal over here, Tosh. Have you and Owen got this under control?" Jack responds, his voice as measured as he can manage.
Tosh continues for a bit about their plan of attack, but Jack can't take it anymore, throwing the bluetooth to the roof's surface as he slumps into Ianto's arms, panting and spent. Ianto kisses Jack's forehead before crouching down to pick up the headset and hold it to Jack's ear.
"Right. Sounds good. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes. Yes, it will take that long. You know what to do Tosh."
"Fifteen minutes to get three blocks over?" Ianto murmurs, finding Jack's mouth with his own once more.
"Let's make the most of it," Jack answers, throwing his coat off and pulling Ianto to the ground.