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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 18
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 590 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #26 - Sleeping
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack pulled his coat collar up as the rain began to fall in earnest, the bright star filled sky having given over to thick rainclouds. ‘Let’s go back,’ he said, thumbing over his shoulder at the house and breaking into a light jog. He didn't stop until he was up the short steps and well under the cover of the porch, Ianto joining him soon after, though sounding out of breath as he puffed, then coughed and stopped to blow his nose again so that he had more ways of being able to get his breath back.
‘Doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere tonight,’ Jack commented. Even under the porch the wind was trying to drag the rain sideways towards them.
Ianto was silent for a beat before Jack's words hit him. ‘Oh, no. I'm not sleeping here tonight! No way.’
Jack gave him a firm look. ‘You want to sleep in the SUV, being buffeted by the wind and rain all night, because we're certainly not hitchhiking miles in the rain hoping someone might come along. Especially not with you already sick from being drenched.’ That consideration was as much for his benefit as it was Ianto’s knowing that Rhiannon would tear him a new one when she got wind of the fact that Jack had not once, but twice, put her brother in a situation that made him sick. It didn’t seem to matter that Ianto was a fully grown man capable of making his own life choices, he was still her little brother, and Jack was still considered an acceptable, if not always perfect, life partner for him.
‘Well, it’s got to be better than sleeping in some creepy old house with no power all night,’ Ianto argued, making a perfectly valid point. Had the house been anyone other than Jack’s he might have agreed.
‘Are you calling my house creepy?’ Apart from the fact that it was a dark, and now unpleasant evening, there was nothing else specifically unwelcoming about the place, so Jack thought at least.
Ianto gave a derisive snort. ‘It's hardly yours. And yes, I am calling it creepy, not for the first time either, as I recall.’
‘C'mon we’ve bunked worse places than this.’
‘And a lot better places, too,’ Ianto reminded him.
‘The car will be freezing and I don't want you making yourself even more sick just when you're starting to turn a corner and get better,’ Jack said, trying to make him see reason. ‘Not to mention it’ll be uncomfortable.’
‘I didn't hear you complaining last week. Or any of those other times.’
Jack didn't need a diagram to know what Ianto was referring to. He didn't need comfort when he was that distracted. Having a near naked welshing straddling his hips and plundering his mouth with the naughtiest tongue in Wales was more than enough to offset any discomfort he may have felt. ‘I’m not sure I’m up for all that.’
‘When are you ever not up for it?’ Ianto teased.
‘Well, you did want to spend Christmas Eve together.’
‘Not quite like this.’
Jack snaked his arms around Ianto's waist, tugging him closer. ‘C’mon. What more do we really need?’
‘A car that goes and a way out of here?’
Jack gave him a teasing kiss on the tip of his cold nose. ‘If you've been nice this year, maybe Santa will grant you your wish.’
Ianto grumbled under his breath. ‘With everything we do I'm positive I'm on the naughty list.’
Quietly, Jack had to agree.
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 590 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #26 - Sleeping
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack pulled his coat collar up as the rain began to fall in earnest, the bright star filled sky having given over to thick rainclouds. ‘Let’s go back,’ he said, thumbing over his shoulder at the house and breaking into a light jog. He didn't stop until he was up the short steps and well under the cover of the porch, Ianto joining him soon after, though sounding out of breath as he puffed, then coughed and stopped to blow his nose again so that he had more ways of being able to get his breath back.
‘Doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere tonight,’ Jack commented. Even under the porch the wind was trying to drag the rain sideways towards them.
Ianto was silent for a beat before Jack's words hit him. ‘Oh, no. I'm not sleeping here tonight! No way.’
Jack gave him a firm look. ‘You want to sleep in the SUV, being buffeted by the wind and rain all night, because we're certainly not hitchhiking miles in the rain hoping someone might come along. Especially not with you already sick from being drenched.’ That consideration was as much for his benefit as it was Ianto’s knowing that Rhiannon would tear him a new one when she got wind of the fact that Jack had not once, but twice, put her brother in a situation that made him sick. It didn’t seem to matter that Ianto was a fully grown man capable of making his own life choices, he was still her little brother, and Jack was still considered an acceptable, if not always perfect, life partner for him.
‘Well, it’s got to be better than sleeping in some creepy old house with no power all night,’ Ianto argued, making a perfectly valid point. Had the house been anyone other than Jack’s he might have agreed.
‘Are you calling my house creepy?’ Apart from the fact that it was a dark, and now unpleasant evening, there was nothing else specifically unwelcoming about the place, so Jack thought at least.
Ianto gave a derisive snort. ‘It's hardly yours. And yes, I am calling it creepy, not for the first time either, as I recall.’
‘C'mon we’ve bunked worse places than this.’
‘And a lot better places, too,’ Ianto reminded him.
‘The car will be freezing and I don't want you making yourself even more sick just when you're starting to turn a corner and get better,’ Jack said, trying to make him see reason. ‘Not to mention it’ll be uncomfortable.’
‘I didn't hear you complaining last week. Or any of those other times.’
Jack didn't need a diagram to know what Ianto was referring to. He didn't need comfort when he was that distracted. Having a near naked welshing straddling his hips and plundering his mouth with the naughtiest tongue in Wales was more than enough to offset any discomfort he may have felt. ‘I’m not sure I’m up for all that.’
‘When are you ever not up for it?’ Ianto teased.
‘Well, you did want to spend Christmas Eve together.’
‘Not quite like this.’
Jack snaked his arms around Ianto's waist, tugging him closer. ‘C’mon. What more do we really need?’
‘A car that goes and a way out of here?’
Jack gave him a teasing kiss on the tip of his cold nose. ‘If you've been nice this year, maybe Santa will grant you your wish.’
Ianto grumbled under his breath. ‘With everything we do I'm positive I'm on the naughty list.’
Quietly, Jack had to agree.
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Date: 2022-12-18 11:01 am (UTC)