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m_findlowTitle: Lost in translation
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 392 - Buns at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Ianto thought he was delegating, but something was lost in translation. A triple drabble.
Jack crept up behind Ianto in the kitchenette, wrapping arms around his hips and pulling close as he watched Ianto brewing coffee. ‘Anything I can help you with?’ Jack asked, nuzzling the side of Ianto's neck with his nose, taking in the addictive scent of Ianto's cologne.
‘Well, actually, it would be great if you could arrange for some of those nice buns up in the boardroom before everyone else gets there.’
Jack pecked him on the cheek and let go of his hips. ‘Consider it done, Mister Jones. Anything for you.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. Jack could be so easily distracted by the promise of sugary treats, but it would be one less thing on Ianto’s own to-do list. Last he'd checked it was drizzling up overhead so if Jack was prepared to dash across to the café in the damp and pick them up then so much the better.
He finished brewing a large cafetiere of coffee and then set it on a tray along with a half dozen mugs, preparing to carry them all carefully up the spiral stairs. Thank goodness no one from OH and S was here to see him attempt what had become commonplace. Fortunately Ianto was well practised and had a good sense of balance, making easy work of the task, before twirling and using his back to push open the boardroom door.
All of his careful carrying was almost brought undone by what he saw when he turned again. ‘Jack! What the hell are you doing? Why don't you have any pants on?’
Jack gave him a lazy smile. ‘Well, you said you wanted some nice bun action before our briefing so here I am!’
Ianto groaned. ‘I meant for you to go pick up sweet buns for morning tea, you pillock!’
Jack crept up behind Ianto in the kitchenette, wrapping arms around his hips and pulling close as he watched Ianto brewing coffee. ‘Anything I can help you with?’ Jack asked, nuzzling the side of Ianto's neck with his nose, taking in the addictive scent of Ianto's cologne.
‘Well, actually, it would be great if you could arrange for some of those nice buns up in the boardroom before everyone else gets there.’
Jack pecked him on the cheek and let go of his hips. ‘Consider it done, Mister Jones. Anything for you.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. Jack could be so easily distracted by the promise of sugary treats, but it would be one less thing on Ianto’s own to-do list. Last he'd checked it was drizzling up overhead so if Jack was prepared to dash across to the café in the damp and pick them up then so much the better.
He finished brewing a large cafetiere of coffee and then set it on a tray along with a half dozen mugs, preparing to carry them all carefully up the spiral stairs. Thank goodness no one from OH and S was here to see him attempt what had become commonplace. Fortunately Ianto was well practised and had a good sense of balance, making easy work of the task, before twirling and using his back to push open the boardroom door.
All of his careful carrying was almost brought undone by what he saw when he turned again. ‘Jack! What the hell are you doing? Why don't you have any pants on?’
Jack gave him a lazy smile. ‘Well, you said you wanted some nice bun action before our briefing so here I am!’
Ianto groaned. ‘I meant for you to go pick up sweet buns for morning tea, you pillock!’
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Date: 2024-04-06 09:10 am (UTC)