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m_findlowTitle Home for Christmas - Part 20
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 615 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #29 - Safe
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack didn't fall asleep straight away. There was too much spinning inside his head to relax properly. Instead he watched Ianto in the muted light as he snuffled and snorted through blocked passages. He was usually such a quiet sleeper, but the sometimes running, sometimes blocked, nose was hampering his efforts to breath easily and silently.
Jack instead puzzled over the string of bad luck that had brought them to this point. From the absence of rift readings, to his accidental death, and even the car breaking down on them, it seemed to Jack as if tonight would have been best spent doing precisely what Ianto had wanted in the first place. Jack simply couldn't help himself though. His own past was so chequered that he found it impossible to discount anything that he'd once touched or had a hand in. He left a trail of headaches in his wake, all waiting to resurrect themselves, much like their creator, sometime off in the future for him to have to deal with.
He closed his eyes and tried some calm, deep breathing to relax himself into sleep, which might have worked except for the tossing and turning next to him that kept him from falling asleep. It was no longer a case of not being able to breathe as it was a general restlessness he detected in his lover. Jack got the distinct feeling that Ianto, for all his many brave endeavours, didn't feel safe here. Not safe enough to sleep in any case.
Should that have worried Jack? Probably. Ianto wasn’t a person given to flights of fancy. If he was troubled by something then Jack probably shouldn't ignore it. They'd slept plenty of rough places in less than ideal circumstances, but even in those trying times, Ianto usually found sleep. It was a hallmark of any long standing Torchwood employee to be able to sleep anywhere at any time, knowing that the next chance you had for a decent night’s sleep could be days away. Instead he proved to Jack that the bed's springs were indeed rusted from age and the salt air, squealing like a banshee any time either of them made the slightest movement.
The next time Ianto tossed from one side to the other, nearly whacking Jack in the chin with his head as he attempted to resume using Jack as his pillow, Jack shook him back to proper wakefulness. 4
‘What?’ he mumbled, sniffing loudly to clear his nose.
‘Just you trying to make a hash of sleeping,’ Jack replied. ‘You’re not normally so restless and jumpy.’
‘I'm not jumpy, I'm just… cold. And hungry. I haven't had anything since lunch and even that was only a cup of coffee and two digestives. I’ve got one of those expensive Sainsbury’s shepherds pies in my fridge going to waste right now. Not to mention a nice bottle of merlot and a whole box of sugar cookies.’
Jack's stomach twisted with guilt – or perhaps hunger. It was a safe bet that Ianto had all of those things pre-planned with a view that Jack would accompany him home and they could have enjoyed them whilst tucked up under blankets on his extra comfortable sofa. He was going to have to consider very carefully just how he was going to make it up to Ianto.
Ianto shuffled next to him again and this time the blankets and comforter landed across Jack's body as Ianto pushed himself up and stood.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Going to see about the cold situation. If we are stuck here all night then I'm going to need something to make up for the lack of hot cocoa on offer.’
Author/Artist m_findlow
Length/Size of work 615 words
Summary Ianto wanted Jack home for Christmas, but got Jack’s home instead.
Rating PG
Warnings None
Other content notes Using Prompt #29 - Safe
Fandom Torchwood
Pairing Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer Torchwood sadly doesn’t belong to me, but I treat it better.
Jack didn't fall asleep straight away. There was too much spinning inside his head to relax properly. Instead he watched Ianto in the muted light as he snuffled and snorted through blocked passages. He was usually such a quiet sleeper, but the sometimes running, sometimes blocked, nose was hampering his efforts to breath easily and silently.
Jack instead puzzled over the string of bad luck that had brought them to this point. From the absence of rift readings, to his accidental death, and even the car breaking down on them, it seemed to Jack as if tonight would have been best spent doing precisely what Ianto had wanted in the first place. Jack simply couldn't help himself though. His own past was so chequered that he found it impossible to discount anything that he'd once touched or had a hand in. He left a trail of headaches in his wake, all waiting to resurrect themselves, much like their creator, sometime off in the future for him to have to deal with.
He closed his eyes and tried some calm, deep breathing to relax himself into sleep, which might have worked except for the tossing and turning next to him that kept him from falling asleep. It was no longer a case of not being able to breathe as it was a general restlessness he detected in his lover. Jack got the distinct feeling that Ianto, for all his many brave endeavours, didn't feel safe here. Not safe enough to sleep in any case.
Should that have worried Jack? Probably. Ianto wasn’t a person given to flights of fancy. If he was troubled by something then Jack probably shouldn't ignore it. They'd slept plenty of rough places in less than ideal circumstances, but even in those trying times, Ianto usually found sleep. It was a hallmark of any long standing Torchwood employee to be able to sleep anywhere at any time, knowing that the next chance you had for a decent night’s sleep could be days away. Instead he proved to Jack that the bed's springs were indeed rusted from age and the salt air, squealing like a banshee any time either of them made the slightest movement.
The next time Ianto tossed from one side to the other, nearly whacking Jack in the chin with his head as he attempted to resume using Jack as his pillow, Jack shook him back to proper wakefulness. 4
‘What?’ he mumbled, sniffing loudly to clear his nose.
‘Just you trying to make a hash of sleeping,’ Jack replied. ‘You’re not normally so restless and jumpy.’
‘I'm not jumpy, I'm just… cold. And hungry. I haven't had anything since lunch and even that was only a cup of coffee and two digestives. I’ve got one of those expensive Sainsbury’s shepherds pies in my fridge going to waste right now. Not to mention a nice bottle of merlot and a whole box of sugar cookies.’
Jack's stomach twisted with guilt – or perhaps hunger. It was a safe bet that Ianto had all of those things pre-planned with a view that Jack would accompany him home and they could have enjoyed them whilst tucked up under blankets on his extra comfortable sofa. He was going to have to consider very carefully just how he was going to make it up to Ianto.
Ianto shuffled next to him again and this time the blankets and comforter landed across Jack's body as Ianto pushed himself up and stood.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Going to see about the cold situation. If we are stuck here all night then I'm going to need something to make up for the lack of hot cocoa on offer.’
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Date: 2022-12-20 11:49 am (UTC)