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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 19
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 600 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #25 - Soft
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
‘I can't say I checked out the bedroom whilst I was in here before,’ Ianto confessed, letting Jack lead him through the house, now armed at least with the torch from the SUV.
Jack clutched theatrically at his chest. ‘Ianto, I'm disappointed in you,’ he said, trying to be teasing to lighten the mood. ‘I thought that was the first place you’d check for unusual behaviour.’
‘You weren't here. That pretty much cuts out the unusual part.’
Jack grinned. ‘You weren’t even the least bit curious to see the domain of all my many conquests?’
‘The more you talk it up, the more I know you undoubtedly never brought anyone back here. Nobody buys an isolated seaside cottage expecting to convert it into their shag pad.’
Jack stepped into the room, the beam of light playing over the bedcovers that hadn’t been touched in thirty years. They were lined with an inch of dust and several holes where silverfish or moths had taken a liking to them. With his spare hand he tugged the cover off, dumping it in a pile on the floor. Underneath that, the sheets still looked to be in reasonable condition.
‘There should be a spare comforter in the hall cupboard,’ Jack said, recalling now all the possessions of the house he'd walked away from. Whilst he was no homemaker, he still saw to the essentials, and on a cold winter night up here, he’d often had two layers to keep out the chill.
Like an expert organiser, Ianto located the hall cupboard without the need for any light, pulling out the spare manchester, which was fortunately sealed in a zipped up plastic carry case, saving it from a similar fate. ‘Musty,’ Ianto observed. ‘Even to my limited olfactory senses.
‘Still better than nothing,’ Jack said. ‘Should be blankets, too.’ Ianto passed him those as well, taking each from him in turn to toss it over the bed in a single, well-practised sweep of his arms.
Ianto disappeared for a moment and then returned with more fat candles, standing them upright in water glasses to catch the melted wax, adding in a gentle glow to the room. ‘Before you suggest anything about my being afraid of the dark, just don’t,’ Ianto warned him.
Jack tossed the covers back, toed off his boots and slid between them, coaxing Ianto to follow his lead before pulling them back over the pair of them, still bundled up in their coats. His arms found their way around Ianto’s bulkier than usual outline pulling him close as Ianto leaned into him, avoiding the pillow underneath.
‘This isn't so bad, is it? Nice soft bed…’
‘Half the springs rusted away into dust…’
‘Blankets to keep us warm…’
‘Mostly held together until either one of us moves them, forcing them to finally crumble to bits…’
‘I've got you and you've got me,’ Jack finished.
‘Yes, well I suppose there had to be something positive we could take out of this.’
‘In the morning we’ll walk back down the road until we can find some mobile phone coverage and call for a ride. You’ve still got some charge on your phone right?’
‘I’ve switched it off to save it,’ Ianto confirmed. ‘We'll probably be late to my sister’s tomorrow now.’
‘No need to sound so happy about it.’
‘Well, you did want me to be more positive.’
Jack snuggled down into the pillow, not wanting to admit just how musty it smelled despite its softness. Lucky Ianto's nose was mostly blocked as he used Jack's shoulder for his own pillow. ;Night Ianto.’
‘Night Jack.’
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 600 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #25 - Soft
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
‘I can't say I checked out the bedroom whilst I was in here before,’ Ianto confessed, letting Jack lead him through the house, now armed at least with the torch from the SUV.
Jack clutched theatrically at his chest. ‘Ianto, I'm disappointed in you,’ he said, trying to be teasing to lighten the mood. ‘I thought that was the first place you’d check for unusual behaviour.’
‘You weren't here. That pretty much cuts out the unusual part.’
Jack grinned. ‘You weren’t even the least bit curious to see the domain of all my many conquests?’
‘The more you talk it up, the more I know you undoubtedly never brought anyone back here. Nobody buys an isolated seaside cottage expecting to convert it into their shag pad.’
Jack stepped into the room, the beam of light playing over the bedcovers that hadn’t been touched in thirty years. They were lined with an inch of dust and several holes where silverfish or moths had taken a liking to them. With his spare hand he tugged the cover off, dumping it in a pile on the floor. Underneath that, the sheets still looked to be in reasonable condition.
‘There should be a spare comforter in the hall cupboard,’ Jack said, recalling now all the possessions of the house he'd walked away from. Whilst he was no homemaker, he still saw to the essentials, and on a cold winter night up here, he’d often had two layers to keep out the chill.
Like an expert organiser, Ianto located the hall cupboard without the need for any light, pulling out the spare manchester, which was fortunately sealed in a zipped up plastic carry case, saving it from a similar fate. ‘Musty,’ Ianto observed. ‘Even to my limited olfactory senses.
‘Still better than nothing,’ Jack said. ‘Should be blankets, too.’ Ianto passed him those as well, taking each from him in turn to toss it over the bed in a single, well-practised sweep of his arms.
Ianto disappeared for a moment and then returned with more fat candles, standing them upright in water glasses to catch the melted wax, adding in a gentle glow to the room. ‘Before you suggest anything about my being afraid of the dark, just don’t,’ Ianto warned him.
Jack tossed the covers back, toed off his boots and slid between them, coaxing Ianto to follow his lead before pulling them back over the pair of them, still bundled up in their coats. His arms found their way around Ianto’s bulkier than usual outline pulling him close as Ianto leaned into him, avoiding the pillow underneath.
‘This isn't so bad, is it? Nice soft bed…’
‘Half the springs rusted away into dust…’
‘Blankets to keep us warm…’
‘Mostly held together until either one of us moves them, forcing them to finally crumble to bits…’
‘I've got you and you've got me,’ Jack finished.
‘Yes, well I suppose there had to be something positive we could take out of this.’
‘In the morning we’ll walk back down the road until we can find some mobile phone coverage and call for a ride. You’ve still got some charge on your phone right?’
‘I’ve switched it off to save it,’ Ianto confirmed. ‘We'll probably be late to my sister’s tomorrow now.’
‘No need to sound so happy about it.’
‘Well, you did want me to be more positive.’
Jack snuggled down into the pillow, not wanting to admit just how musty it smelled despite its softness. Lucky Ianto's nose was mostly blocked as he used Jack's shoulder for his own pillow. ;Night Ianto.’
‘Night Jack.’
