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m_findlowTitle: What will be will be
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 227 - Spontaneous at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 1,000 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 227 - Spontaneous at
fandomweeklySummary: Ianto is reluctant to let Jack bring spontaneity into their relationship.
Ianto lounged on the sofa watching the way the place fell into a silent repose at night, with only the gentle trickling of water and whirring of machinery to cut through the silence. Jack approached from his office and dropped onto the sofa next to him, signalling that he was done for the day.
Ianto leaned against Jack letting his eyes slip shut but they were open a moment later as Jack slapped his leg. ‘Let's go out dancing tonight,’ he said.
Ianto pushed away and curved a questioning eyebrow at him. ‘Dancing?’ Since when did Jack go dancing?
‘Why not? We should be more spontaneous in our lives.’
‘We work for Torchwood. Isn't that spontaneous enough?’ More than enough if anyone asked him. ‘I was hoping for a quiet night and early to bed.’ Not that anything they did together was usually quiet, and the early to bed part merely factored in the two hours they’d spend doing the opposite of sleeping.
‘You only live once, Ianto,’ Jack replied. ‘Why not make the most of it? I promise we won't be out late. It's a school night after all, but Thursday should still be a decent enough crowd.’
‘Oh? So this isn’t some plan to get me to your secret weekly Cuban salsa class?’
Jack laughed. ‘You think I could keep a secret like that from you?’ He paused, a smile working its way onto his face. ‘You and me and some flamenco would be pretty hot. Maybe we should look into that.’
Ianto pulled Jack to his feet before he could consider it further. ‘Let's go before you get any other crazy ideas.’
‘Okay, but first we change. Something more casual.’
Ianto was a little surprised by Jack's choice of faded jeans and a t-shirt as he navigated the SUV through town. Then again, he was less surprised at Jack choosing for him dark jeans and a shirt that he always thought of as a size too small, clinging to every contour of his body. It wasn’t work, after all. Maybe they should dress down more often.
Jack pulled up and Ianto didn’t know where they were. ‘It's not a gay club, is it?’
‘Does it matter?’
Ianto shrugged playing up his feigned nonchalance. He'd never been to one and wasn't sure how he felt about it. He needn’t have worried. Inside the people looked totally normal. No shirtless men doing body shots or a troupe of YMCA lookalikes. He might have been at any nightclub, just so long as the boys kept their hands to themselves.
Jack ordered drinks, surprising Ianto again by bringing back beers. ‘You don't drink beer,’ Ianto blurted.
‘And you didn’t think I went dancing at clubs either.’
‘Not strictly true,’ Ianto replied. There was pretty much nothing he didn‘t imagine Jack having done many times over in his life.
Jack threw back his beer, sculling it before dropping it back on the bar and grabbing Ianto’s hand, tugging him towards the swell of people moving under the laser lights and loud music. ‘Don’t pike on me now, Ianto.’
Ianto just tossed back his own beer and rolled his eyes. ‘I knew this was going to happen, and here I am anyway.’
Jack led him through the dancing throng until they were right in the middle of it, keeping him close as Jack began to move. Ianto moved reluctantly at first. He hadn’t been clubbing in years, but it all came back to him fairly quickly.
He closed his eyes. The music was louder or maybe that was just how it felt to him. The floor was thudding beneath his feet, sending the shockwaves up through his legs. His chest vibrated and his heart pounded in time with the beat that throbbed in his skull and then he was lost to it, just a being moving in time with it.
He was back in the clubs in London when life had been simple and carefree. He was drunk from all the alcohol and drunk on love as Lisa swayed like a goddess in front of him. She had her hands wrapped around him, transferring her rhythm to him. Everything around him was Lisa from her hips grinding against his, to the headiness of her perfume, to the citrus he could smell on her breath from the tequila sunrises. She was beautiful and he didn't deserve her but here she was, wrapped around him wanting only him when there were hundreds of other people around, yet it felt like everyone else had disappeared. Now it was just them and the music and the spinning in his head that came from too much indulgence and the promise of more yet to come.
He leaned forward and locked onto her lips, tasting berry lip gloss and orange juice. She kissed back, undeterred by beer on his breath or the fact that it was hot and he was sweating. They kept kissing, still moving with the music and drowning in each other and the prospect of more to come as the night wore on. There'd be drunken sex later, clumsy and messy and not particularly effective but neither of them would remember much of it come the morning so it scarcely mattered. Living for this moment right now was all that mattered.
He pulled away to catch his breath and blinked away a blurry haze, finding himself locked in Jack's arms, still swaying, guided by the man around him. Jack’s expression was one of slight surprise but not displeasure. Ianto might have blushed. It usually took getting drunk for him to be okay with public displays of affection and Jack knew it. Rather than fumble an explanation he leaned forward and kissed Jack again, feeling Jack's arms around him pull tighter, the other dancers round them squeezed in almost as close penning them together. It was London all over again but this time he felt more alive than ever, lost in the music and lost in love.
Ianto lounged on the sofa watching the way the place fell into a silent repose at night, with only the gentle trickling of water and whirring of machinery to cut through the silence. Jack approached from his office and dropped onto the sofa next to him, signalling that he was done for the day.
Ianto leaned against Jack letting his eyes slip shut but they were open a moment later as Jack slapped his leg. ‘Let's go out dancing tonight,’ he said.
Ianto pushed away and curved a questioning eyebrow at him. ‘Dancing?’ Since when did Jack go dancing?
‘Why not? We should be more spontaneous in our lives.’
‘We work for Torchwood. Isn't that spontaneous enough?’ More than enough if anyone asked him. ‘I was hoping for a quiet night and early to bed.’ Not that anything they did together was usually quiet, and the early to bed part merely factored in the two hours they’d spend doing the opposite of sleeping.
‘You only live once, Ianto,’ Jack replied. ‘Why not make the most of it? I promise we won't be out late. It's a school night after all, but Thursday should still be a decent enough crowd.’
‘Oh? So this isn’t some plan to get me to your secret weekly Cuban salsa class?’
Jack laughed. ‘You think I could keep a secret like that from you?’ He paused, a smile working its way onto his face. ‘You and me and some flamenco would be pretty hot. Maybe we should look into that.’
Ianto pulled Jack to his feet before he could consider it further. ‘Let's go before you get any other crazy ideas.’
‘Okay, but first we change. Something more casual.’
Ianto was a little surprised by Jack's choice of faded jeans and a t-shirt as he navigated the SUV through town. Then again, he was less surprised at Jack choosing for him dark jeans and a shirt that he always thought of as a size too small, clinging to every contour of his body. It wasn’t work, after all. Maybe they should dress down more often.
Jack pulled up and Ianto didn’t know where they were. ‘It's not a gay club, is it?’
‘Does it matter?’
Ianto shrugged playing up his feigned nonchalance. He'd never been to one and wasn't sure how he felt about it. He needn’t have worried. Inside the people looked totally normal. No shirtless men doing body shots or a troupe of YMCA lookalikes. He might have been at any nightclub, just so long as the boys kept their hands to themselves.
Jack ordered drinks, surprising Ianto again by bringing back beers. ‘You don't drink beer,’ Ianto blurted.
‘And you didn’t think I went dancing at clubs either.’
‘Not strictly true,’ Ianto replied. There was pretty much nothing he didn‘t imagine Jack having done many times over in his life.
Jack threw back his beer, sculling it before dropping it back on the bar and grabbing Ianto’s hand, tugging him towards the swell of people moving under the laser lights and loud music. ‘Don’t pike on me now, Ianto.’
Ianto just tossed back his own beer and rolled his eyes. ‘I knew this was going to happen, and here I am anyway.’
Jack led him through the dancing throng until they were right in the middle of it, keeping him close as Jack began to move. Ianto moved reluctantly at first. He hadn’t been clubbing in years, but it all came back to him fairly quickly.
He closed his eyes. The music was louder or maybe that was just how it felt to him. The floor was thudding beneath his feet, sending the shockwaves up through his legs. His chest vibrated and his heart pounded in time with the beat that throbbed in his skull and then he was lost to it, just a being moving in time with it.
He was back in the clubs in London when life had been simple and carefree. He was drunk from all the alcohol and drunk on love as Lisa swayed like a goddess in front of him. She had her hands wrapped around him, transferring her rhythm to him. Everything around him was Lisa from her hips grinding against his, to the headiness of her perfume, to the citrus he could smell on her breath from the tequila sunrises. She was beautiful and he didn't deserve her but here she was, wrapped around him wanting only him when there were hundreds of other people around, yet it felt like everyone else had disappeared. Now it was just them and the music and the spinning in his head that came from too much indulgence and the promise of more yet to come.
He leaned forward and locked onto her lips, tasting berry lip gloss and orange juice. She kissed back, undeterred by beer on his breath or the fact that it was hot and he was sweating. They kept kissing, still moving with the music and drowning in each other and the prospect of more to come as the night wore on. There'd be drunken sex later, clumsy and messy and not particularly effective but neither of them would remember much of it come the morning so it scarcely mattered. Living for this moment right now was all that mattered.
He pulled away to catch his breath and blinked away a blurry haze, finding himself locked in Jack's arms, still swaying, guided by the man around him. Jack’s expression was one of slight surprise but not displeasure. Ianto might have blushed. It usually took getting drunk for him to be okay with public displays of affection and Jack knew it. Rather than fumble an explanation he leaned forward and kissed Jack again, feeling Jack's arms around him pull tighter, the other dancers round them squeezed in almost as close penning them together. It was London all over again but this time he felt more alive than ever, lost in the music and lost in love.
